We rarely go out together, so it was a real treat to have lunch all four of us. It was quite a spontaneous decision, we first ventured into Frankie and Benny's, but they said we'd have to wait for half an hour for a table, and we didn't want to wait in the bar with two kids. We went to the Huffkins instead and got a quiet table in the corner which suited us perfectly. Boys wanted their chips, I ordered toast with smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, while Papa fancied an afternoon tea, with sandwiches and scones (very British and very quaint, if you ask me). While we waited, I gave my mobile to Sasha to play with, and he took several photos during the meal, including this one of Eddie.
On Monday I baked a carrot cake with caramelised carrot as a decoration. It was a tasty cake, Sasha loved it a lot, and methinks I'll have to bake it again soon. He didn't mind that the icing was applied in a rather haphazard way. I don't think I'd be applying for MasterChef any time soon.
I love discovering new teas, and this beautiful 1000 Day Flower tea was a lovely surprise. It looked gorgeous and had a delicate taste.
My strange son likes going to the dentist for two reasons: he enjoys cuddling the gigantic teddy bear and he always gets a sticker. Plus the dentist always makes him laugh, so make that three reasons. I wish I were so relaxed going to the dentist. I usually have panic attacks, and feel like running out of the clinic screaming.
On Thursday I cooked chicken fried rice with exotic mixed mushrooms. It was very tasty.
All the school kids from Eddie's class ran out of the classroom wearing the masks they made. Eddie was mighty proud of his artistic creation, and refused to take it off, so we marched home just like that.
Doesn't he look like butter wouldn't melt in this photo? We do have a problem with a child in Eddie's class who's not a good influence. This boy scratched Ed's face in the past, spat on him, pushes him regularly around, yet my silly child keeps playing with him, saying he's a friend. Even the teachers are not happy about it, and try to keep them apart, at least during the class. Now that my husband has seen them in action at a birthday party of another class mate, he came home huffing and puffing, saying we need to do something about it. But what can I do? I keep telling my son not to play with that boy. What would you do in this situation?