My babies are three. That makes me sort of middle aged or something, it's weird. They're not babies, they're quite grown up really. Three years!
My youngest child and his favourite present:
Exciting new scooters from godmothers:
And skates from a favourite aunt
I have an issue or twenty with drinking. As such, I didn't buy wine for a party I wasn't having for three year olds. So when the inevitable party started, someone inevitably wanted wine. I had one bottle of wine: a bottle of rosé received for Christmas. Not cold. And due to deciding that I neither had the dishes nor the willingness to wash up, I was using disposable cups and plates.
Ahem. That's a good quality rosé you know...
