I generally try to divide my days fairly between Elmer, work, and doing my garden (new obsession!). Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

Today was a less successful day. Elmer is teething (at least that's the excuse I afford him), and hasn't been his usual cheerful self. After a few days of rain, I've been desperate to get outside again. The weather is beautiful!

I carry a big sun umbrella, a basket of toys, a rug, some teething rusks, a drink, suncream, my phone, a couple of snacks, some baby books, a shirt (incase it gets too sunny), my hat, Elmer's hat, a jacket (for him), and all my gardening tools to my vegetable garden and get set up. I come back for Elmer, slather him in suncream (he isn't too happy about this), carry him out to the elaborate outdoors set up and start digging the garden. 15 minutes later Elmer's not happy. None of the teething/toy/snack/drink offerings console him. We come back inside. Since Elmer's sticky suncream skin is now covered in rusk, grass and bits of rug-fluff I give him a bath...