Nothing much

What have I been doing?

Walking.

Sticking to a budget.

Working.

Pulling ‘fun school holiday activities’ out of my arse. (See the two points directly above).

Being a fabulously entertaining dinner party guest (yes, I think I really was, twice in one week in fact). (And can’t Cormac rock a fake fur vest – I like how the string on the helium balloon almost looks like a whip)?

(Also, being slightly braver about being photographed – and appearing here – after reading this about how mothers often document their family’s lives more than their own. So, looky here, me on this blog twice in one month).

Creating order in the house.

(We came across the toy vacuum cleaner when we cleared out the garage and Cormac predictably loved it. He has a fascination with things that make engine noises – and I like to subvert that masculine stereotype by encouraging him to admire cake mixers and hair dryers as much as possible –  and he also likes the opportunity to emulate his father, who is a mighty fine operator of the vacuum cleaner). (Oh, and ignore the enormous pile of washing in the corner of the frame).