Well, I'm back anyway. Journey home seemed endless - 5 1/4 hours as opposed to 4 3/4 going down, including 15 minutes sitting at New Street while they changed crews.
Oli, Max et al went off to Devon for a week this morning. Last night, Oli helped with the packing process by contributing his wellies and three apples to the pile.
Oli is chattering away now, will try any word you suggest to him, although 'prescription' took a couple of goes (he was playing with his doctor set). A few tantrums, but then he is three. On Thursday, I showed him a conker in its green casing, and told him it was a seed, and then he found the pips in his apple, and I told him they were seeds too. And later he was looking at the contents of a kitchen drawer and I said 'look at the picture of the tomatoes on the tin, they have seeds in, and those dried beans are seeds too". He pointed at a jar and said "And flour?" I explained that flour was made of wheat, and that was a seed. "And", he said "Wheat is made of seeds... and cabbage".
And then today, apropos of nothing while we sat with a cup of tea, he suddenly said "Auntie Sue told me all about seeds!". It all goes in, which is lovely to see, and scary how much he remembers and puts things together in his mind.
Max is just a joy. The smiliest baby I've ever seen, with a dimpled gummy grin guaranteed to melt hearts. One day, I know, he'll be three too, but for now, he's just wonderfully placid! I could have dandled him all week. Oh, I did!