Today has been one of those rare days where the universe and I seem to have the same plans. The baby has slept well, Brodie and I have had loads of fun, I've managed to throw a load in the washing machine and I'm now sitting having a cup of tea which is always the sign of a good day. We've been to the park, birled about on the merry go round, made and eaten jam tarts and now both of my little angels are sleeping. We even had time to chat about slug trails after Brodie asked 'Who's drawn on the path Mummy? Now if only I could work out why today has worked out this perfectly I could try again tomorrow.However this time tomorrow when I'm knee deep in sick/abandoned duplo/washing and ironing can someone remind me how smug I was today? Thanks