And was awoken to the softest, gentlest version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star being sung in my ear on Saturday morning.
(Before you turn inside out by the cuteness can I just remind you that this is the same child capable of waking me up with a skull-cracking head butt. Luck of the draw really.)
In which we spent the morning on the beach with the dog chasing her ball and the child chasing seagulls and a friend's little man chasing his shadow and husband chasing the kids and me chasing my hat and managing to badly sunburn the top of my bump. Damn sun-attracting shelf.
We lunched on delicious buttery fish and chips.
We let Dad have a long nap and then woke him up to tell him he was 'yummy'. Her idea, I happily concurred.
In which I baked a cake on Sunday morning. Orange cake, my current favourite recipe. I made a little too little icing ...
And I may have gotten greedy and iced it when it was still a little warm ...
In which my mother-in-law came for lunch and we braaied, amongst other things, chicken 'bumsticks'. Her word again. Frieda's, not my MIL's.
And I was ordered to go and have a nap while Ouma entertained the child.
We finally watched UP and Frieda cried every time Kevin the bird got lost.
We had cake for supper.
One of those weekends, you know the ones. Perfection.
7 comments:
OMG Soooo delightful, soooo jealous, wishing you soooo many more x B
Oh and great cake confetti :)
sounds like a delight :) glad you enjoyed
What a wonderful weekend!! The cake looks delicious - any chance of getting the recipe??
That sounds like such a perfect weekend and that cake look divine!
Sounds gorgeous.
(BTW my word verifiation was rockster. Just wanted to share)
Orange cake. I knew that bowl of oranges on my counter was waiting for some inspiration.
Lovely post.
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