Plum

Tabitha has been off-colour today. She was sick again this morning, putting paid to my hopes that yesterday's car sickness was just carsickness. We have had a "quiet" day at home as a result; the two older children silently seething because our planned trip to see Wall.e has been postponed, and the baby Tabitha silently delighted because she got to wrap her chubby little legs round me all day long and be cuddled, all hot and heavy on my chest or hip.

This afternoon as the day stopped being quiet and the screeches and hair-pulling from my brood got more frenzied my mum swooped in to save me and took the older children to the park. Tabitha and I therefore got to have a quiet afternoon together, during which she made me many, many portions of imaginary "chips an' ketchup" and fed me several cubes of wooden cake in between her demands for stories. Eventually I bribed her away from my lap with the plum in the photo: she loved it, and cried when she learned we didn't have any more. I decided her tummy bug must be all better after that. The older children are hoping that we can now see Wall.e tomorrow.