Sunday Morning with Sebby

The World Cup has begun! Daddy is very excited by it and taping many many games. So far he has managed to resist getting up in the middle of the night to watch them, but there is a definite bright side to them; he doesn't mind getting up in the morning and bringing our little bunny upstairs before scuttling back down to the sofa and settling in with last night's game. Seb and I get cuddles and a nice sleepy feed in the half-dark, and then Daddy brings up tea and toast.



Seb stares at the food in my hand until I give him a crust, which he then happily stuffs into his gob for some serious fanging and slobbering. Oh my god I look about a bazillion years old. But maybe by the time he's ten and I look back at these archives I'll be all, oh, look how young I was!



After some more cuddles and love we go down for some real brekkie (aka apples, pears and baby rice) and then Big Sis comes down and makes Little Bro laugh.



And now Daddy's making dates scones for our afternoon tea, Molls is watching Black Books, Sebby is fast asleep, and when he wakes up we're going to head down to the Sprig and Fern for coffee and brunch with our vouchers from the other week. Ahhh, Sunday mornings are good times.