today: lentil sock

Harrington and I have had a lovely day together today :) There are some days that just seem fantastic, even when not much happens...

...it started with a lie-in until about 8, when I awoke and went to get my recently slumbering boy from the MooseRoom. I was greeted with beaming smiles and arms reaching out to get me. After many cuddles and a bit of playing, we had breakfast where the Harrington for once preferred to eat his porridge rather than slather it all over himself and everything else in the vicinity. Then he went for a snooze; after finally giving in to sleep (and after rotating himself like the hands of a clock again!) for TWO WHOLE HOURS!!! This is unheard of at the moment and he was all the better for it, I can tell you.

we then had lunch without fuss too - and he would have eaten a lot more lentils given half the chance. However, his New Favourite Thing is to chomp his socks whilst they are on his toes and he is in the middle of the meal. This results in what is known as 'lentil sock'

and appears to be a growing phenomenon when it comes to the HarryMoose...anyway, he then helped me prepare mine (have you any idea how hard it is to prepare a jacket potato, un-messily open a can of tuna and chop salad vegetables whilst holding a small english toad?) and tried some tuna (yum) and some spinach (yuk - it must die by being thrown to the floor. But it is okay cooked, apparently). A bit more playing (particularly with a straw and mummy's phone) and posing ensued when the eyelids began to turn purple, indicating that a small snooze was required.

however, the HarryMoose had other ideas and I had to go and get him ten minutes later as he seemed to have found a second wind and beamed at me and the pussycats (he has been looking for them a lot today and when the target has been located, much talking, grinning and laughing has been hurled their way).

so, off we went to visit Auntie Mavis for a lovely cup of Earl Grey for mummy and a bickiepeg for the toad as well as some more playing! Then to town on a fashion mission we did go.

Harry is in another clothes transition stage, still fitting tops but not bottoms as I don't particularly wish to squish his tummy. 9-12 months trousers are too big and lesser ones too small. But, I am determined to not be beaten so I managed to find him some new fabulous trousers and a Very Stylish jumper and tee-shirt combination. After a few more purchases, my boy and I stopped off at a Coffee Emporium for refreshments. He was more interested in my small frappucino and when I put the straw to my lips, he then proceeded to grab it and put it to his. Cheeky.

whilst I was feeding him his afternoon baby rice (he still loves it and opens his mouth widely for more), he stopped many times, whilst sitting next to me, to shove his sock-covered toadie toes in his mouth

which resulted in 'rice sock'.

How on earth does he bend like that? Determination, I guess! After some charming of the women, we departed home, with Harrington talking to me for the entire journey.

later, when granddad was getting him ready for his bath, he was doing his usual thing of kicking his doting grandfather to which he replied by moving out of the way as if pushed and laughing in a Santa-type fashion. Harry thought this was the Best Thing Ever and chuckled away for absolutely ages and was utterly insatiable. That laughter is magical and spurned us on, of course :)

so, all in all, a fabulous day has been had not really doing very much at all. But they are often the best days, even if I have probably bored you all by writing all about it...