When is a Laundry Basket not a Laundry Basket? When it's a Tunnel of Adventure. Duh.

So it's been a busy few days. Doing family things, trying on yet more wedding dresses, complaining about my tax return taking SO DAMN LONG to get here - you know, the usual.

I just wanted to share with you though, this very cute moment that occurred the other day.

Simon had knocked over the washing basket in the hallway and we soon discovered that 'Who needs to buy an expensive play tunnel when this works just fine thank-you-very-much?'

'I have so many expensive toys, but I'd rather play with the wash basket'

'Mum did you know there was a tunnel in our loungeroom?'

'Watch your head!'

In other exciting news I can now feel Baby Dash kick with my hand on my tummy. I'm yet to see my jelly-belly wobble but I know we can't be far off.  I'll have some more pictures of Dash for you tomorrow after I go for my 20 week scan.

Also you may be interested to know (and I cant wait to show you photos when I manage to capture that too) of Bugg-man using a fork. He is a rather forceful eater. I'm glad it's the pasta he's stabbing with that fork and not me.

xoxo