Home Scribbly New Home

Oh the joy when Papi came home Friday night! Tara went from sleepy mode into excited overkill within seconds and sat in bed giggling, shrieking, chatting and throwing daddy kisses as he's taught her last Sunday just before he'd left, and that I, for one, hadn't seen a trace of all week (!). So, with bedtime out the window, daddy got pen and paper out to give us a 'better idea' of our new sweet home and started scribbling. It appears that Tara has her own opinion of where which room ought to be, and which piece of furniture in what corner - she would not have anybody be in charge of the pen other than her artsy self. Or was she simply busy crossing out all daddy's plans, saying 'I'm happy here in Leicester, so scribble scribble to this Sandwich business'?

The below certainly provides photographic evidence that Tara is happy in Leicester (when daddy is home...):

Photographic evidence of Tara's great Leicester happiness

On the other hand, home is where the fridge is, and Tara's fridge is the one with the half eaten fruit pot in it, irrespective of location...
(trousers way too big!)







And while daddy is feeling rather enthusiastic about the whole move and everything, I'm getting a little bit excited about the new location too (irrespective of the fridge): my new gym-to-be offers, hurrah, POLE DANCE classes on a Sunday! Excellent, been wanting to do that for two years now!

And what with the weather so lovely (well, good enough), of course we went out to collect more fond local memories, here: Leicester Townhall Square, known for its beautiful and manifold, culturally varied, wedding parties.



In the background on the left, a themed 40's wedding party (just to explain the uniform). Jose suggests we have a themed medieval party. He would love donning a proper knight-in-shining-armor kit!

But at present of far greater interest, ta-da:

Tara wibbley wobbley walks.

And because that's so exciting, here she is, walking some more. Hurrah to Tara!