What a weekend!

Saturday we headed off to the Lord Mayor's Show and Fireworks, running late as usual. Tommy was quite happy to watch the army men, army vehicles, horses and dogs, but not incredibly fussed about the rest of it. He seemed to be at his happiest when given a lollipop by a passing soldier. Then he decided his favourite part was the truck that bore a passing resemblance to bonecrusher (think Transformers).

His favour soon headed towards lunch at Pizza Hut where he happily helped us to devour a rather large pizza before trying to wander off on his own to wash his hands.

By the time we headed off to watch the fireworks, we were struggling to keep him awake. He woke right up when they started, and spent the entire show with his hands clapped over his ears because the fireworks were "too noisy!" He watched some of them, watched a few more reflecting off of a coach window, and burried his head in my shoulder for the really loud ones. Nevertheless, only a few minutes after they'd finished, his favourite part of the day was the fireworks!

Then the lightsaber. Of course, how can you resist buying cheap carnival toys to keep him happy!

Then we headed off to Y & M's for dinner, and more importantly, for Tommy to repetitively kill M with his lightsaber. Until he fell asleep. He wouldn't wake up to go home, so I made the mistake of carrying him. Like a baby. All the way to the bus stop. Then from the bus to the station. Then all the way home. I'm still feeling muscles I didn't know I had!

Sunday we had Y & M, V & C and B & A over. I cooked and M ate all his vegetables! The guys went out filming. The boys played on the playstation. Us girls looked at dresses for Y's wedding. Despite the trauma of having to try and find something that a) fits, b) looks good, and c) hides a multitude of sins, I am really happy with what's going to be made. It sparkles!