I took Harry to playgroup this morning, a bit of fun for him before he had his jabby jab. Talk about performance... Harry was so melodramitic you'd have thought he'd have been spiked by a 6' spear! After a quick mummy hug, and a chocolate biscuit baby bear felt better, and calm was restored to the doctor's surgery. Calm however did not follow us home... Harry has spent the whole afternoon climbing. Climbing onto Oliver's chair, standing on the chair and swinging back and forth, then climbing on to the little people garage and on to the window sill to bang on the window... of course no matter how many times I get him down he goes back to the climbing... and inevitably this resulted in him falling straight on to his head, and now sporting a nice bump and a bruise!
Mum is coming up tomorrow as we are heading to Harrogate for the day on Saturday. Planning on spending an obscene amount of money on pretty papers and other stash... just hoping we are not disappointed.