It's all lovely

Today was a lovely day.

Ivy woke at 5am, but she was in a lovely mood. We stayed in bed, she had a feed, we drowsed, Trudi got up and went to work. Not fair, but someone has to pay for everything around here, and it sure isn't me. Not even a little bit. I used to pay for a little bit, but then the government noticed that I am not a single mother. But I digress.

We had a lovely morning. Can't remember it, but it would have involved porridge. I know this because just before dinner, I found the bibs that I did not clean this morning. Dried porridge fuses into something that NASA could use to get heat-resistant tiles to stick to returning space shuttles.

The girls had a nap this morning, which was just lovely. Trudi works at home on Fridays, so I swanned off to the toy library. There I discovered that the toys I was returning a week late incurred no fine, because there is a week's "grace period". Lovely. I borrowed another wooden box with holes and blocks that fit the holes. The girls are heavily into posting things at the moment. They don't get the whole round-block-in-round-hole thing yet, but it will come in time. For now, they angrily try to stuff non-fitting blocks into resistant holes. I also borrowed a plastic table covered with bits and pieces that you can flap, flip, flop, press, and rotate.

When the girls woke up after their lovely long morning nap, they saw the new table. They stomped over and glued themselves to it. Those little people played with the table so frenziedly that I had to hide it so that they would attend to their bottles.

Then we went off to meet Melissa the Twin Mum at the Fairfield Family Spaaaaace (a church hall with a blow-up jumping castle and a lot of daggy toys). But it was closed due to a robbery. Not lovely. We relocated to Fairfield Park, which was lovely except for the large number of flies. We enjoyed sandwiches, fruit, and hot chips (my fault), and then had a go on the swings, and some climbing stuff. Hazel slipped and banged her chin, and I think bit her lip or cheek. She had a little blood in her mouth. BAD MOTHER.

Off home for another nap. Again the girls went easily to sleep with no protesting or shenanigans. Lovely. Again they slept for an hour and 20 minutes.

This afternoon we went to the Reservoir pool, which is lovely. All this time we have lived so close, and never have we been there, because we are snobs. Reservoir Aquatic Centre sounds like it is going to have broken tiles, dingy water, mouldy showers, and Legionella. But no! It's new and shiny, and we had a blast. The babies' pool is beautiful, and not a thoroughfare that bigger kids stomp through. There are water sprays and bubbly things and a beach ball. We are SO going there again. Hazel awoke from her nap in a cross mood, and the second she got into the water she lightened and brightened.

We managed to get home in time for dinner, and all has been lovely since. The girls dropped straight off to sleep. Trudi has just returned from Bunnings with a hired trailer. Tomorrow morning she takes a piles of grotty pine pallet slats to the tip. I had used them to make lame little garden edgings for the front garden, but we are ripping everything out and putting natives.

OK, not so good now. Hazel woke up crying because I forgot to pause the washing machine and it started its noisy spun cycle just as she surfaced after her first forty minutes of sleep. The washing machine is against their bedroom wall so it's pretty loud. Off I go to calm her.