so for once the boy was back earlier than he said he would be. we were expecting him on sunday night but he appeared on friday evening. most unexpected.
little cat was very excited to see him. burst into tears, then demanded hugs then burst into tears again. bless.
boy was much muscled, v nice, but also v knackered and has a million bruises.
did not have fun.
saturday we had a lovely family day out to a chili festival thingy. yum. babies not so keen on chili tho it seems 
maybe a bit too much chili tho cause the next morning I was woken by the bab, I was feeling really rough, a horrid cold starting, so when I heard the boy stir I was all happy someone else would be sharing the baby duties...
till I heard him throw up.
brilliant.
obv any boy disease trumps any illness I have so I would be stuck feeling rubbish looking after the bab and the boy.
joy.
he stayed in bed all day, occasionally throwing up into a bucket.
so sunday was not that much fun.
oh forgot about little cats Casanova incident
we went to the library on sat after the chili thing. little cat loves to run around there and there are always other babs to play with. well there was this little girl, a bit older than him probably. she was shuffling around happily and little cat started to follow her. he gets up real close and I'm on hand incase he swipes/claws/pokes but after a very gentle prod on the cheek he moves his head towards hers. oh I think, I hope he's not gonna bite her on the face, again ready to swoop, but the little darling kisses her instead.
ahhhhh.
he does it several times, little pecks on the face.
she's not looking dead happy about this unwanted affection so I move him away eventually but what a little cutie!
me and the girls mum were just a mess of big smiles and ahhhhh how cutes.
course now I'm thinking how come he never kisses me ah? I get bites on the face, I get hugs, I get snugs but no kisses.
boo.
and on sat evening he kissed his dad too.
I sulking!
