Noah, sensing I would be having fun without him, decided to pull a fast one on me, and was fidgety all day. Unfortunately for him, he underestimated my determination to have a baby-free outing. Oh, there was alcohol to be sampled, and there was no way I was not going to treat myself to a few cocktails. So, despite his tearless crying ( Gone are the days when I fretted when he cried), I impatiently dumped him into his father's arms, and sprinted for the door. Does that make me a bad mother? Yes? Can you in all honestly blame me? Yes? ....well you have never tasted Mela's baking or cocktails. Believe me when I say that girl could bake her way out of trouble. When I was with child ( can you tell I read the Bible?), she came to visit me often, and brought many delights. Her chocolate macarons had Junior Mr.Dibs salivating for days....and that by itself, is an achievement.
I got there 2 hours late ( wicked wicked Noah), but there was still so much for me to eat, and I even took some home. I had cake for breakfast the following morning...oh, the life I live. It was so nice meeting everyone again, and hopefully there will be another one soon. You can read more about this little gathering here and here.
Here are some pics for you. Hopefully the many pictures won't bother you.
My personal favourite.