On the not so positive note, Mr J and Squeaks were put on antibiotics this week as they haven't improved.
On the up, Tiny and Cheeky were given the all clear by the doctor on Wednesday so got to go to the childminders on Thursday and Friday.
It did put a dampner on birthday celebrations, Mr J's on Wednesday and the boys today. We planned to go to the zoo, and I'm now hoping we can go next weekend.
And then, to add insult to injury, my memory card on my phone is damaged, so I haven't got the better photos in all cases, just the ones I've managed to recover or from my pentax.
So, Sunday, I spent half hour in the office tidying it ready for 'back to work'. I had walked out before Christmas leaving it as it was- and it was a state. Despite a bag of recycling and 30 minutes effort, it looked in no better a state [a desperation photo].
Monday, with the boys with my parents, and me in London, I received a photo of the walking wounded (are you convinced?). [A desperation photo].
Tuesday, I couldn't convince myself to get out of bed, so this was me not getting to the tube till gone half eight. Fortunately made it to the office by nine and no one was any the wiser. [A desperation photo].
Wednesday, I love the moments when my children play happily together. Duplo appears to be a fundamental part of this relationship.
Thursday: Cheeky takes a look down the camera, on the road to full health.
Friday: Tiny decides it's his turn. Slightly snottier, but still happy (I promise).
Saturday: Tiny received a Duplo Zoo for his birthday and convinces grandma that the tiger should also have a drink.