On being ill

Oh the joys of the weekend. Not. I guess this is the same for all of you, that your significant other always picks the weekend to get sick?

Well mine was throwing up every hour on the hour from about 6 last night to one this morning. You know how it is, you keep thinking this is the last one, it's gonna get better now, he's going to sleep it off... but no... fortunately we did have adult meds in. In fact the only person we haven't got meds for is Nutmeg so I really hope she doesn't catch it. Yours truly is in better condition but not brill either. Froglet seems fine so far. He did complain of some pain but I think it may have been a result of seeing Daddy so poorly!

So, no church for us today. And no work for the Engineer tomorrow. Did you know you're not supposed to return to work/school for 48 hours after vomiting (if it's a bug)? I only just found that out. Shame SAHMs can't benefit from this rule eh!

In other, happier news, it's a beautiful day out there which means I'll be able to put Froglet on the balcony with the baby bath full of water - he still just about fits in - and let him use it as a paddling pool while I read or something. We never use the baby bath to bathe Nutmeg! She likes being on her little seat in the big bath with whoever happens to be around (supervised of course).

Speaking of balconies, does anyone have any tips on redoing the cracks between the bricks on the ground? Ours are completely empty -when they're not full of weeds, sand and mud, that is.

Water play

Today Froglet decided he would like to play with water on the balcony. I found him some water and various cups and pots, and then thought of giving him a paintbrush too, as I have read about painting walls with water on several other blogs recently.
After a while, he asked if he could paint the windows too. My first response was of course no, but then I remembered the old squeegee that lives in our shower... one sponge and some soapy water later, hey presto, free window cleaning.

Not very successful in terms of the result, but the process was greatly enjoyed and gave me some time to have an adult conversation with our visiting friend. I think we might do some more window-cleaning tomorrow!

In other news, I have discovered that when you don't own a mixer, you should not try to hand-mix two loaves-worth of bread dough. It does not work with a fork (my usual implement), and if you resort to using your hands it makes them so sticky that you can't do anything and have to get your husband to scrape the dough off them with a spatula. Which doesn't really work either.
Still, the loaves look nice enough. I do love baking. It beats cleaning hands-down.