why is it when someone else’s kids are about i get that extra bit nervous?!  something inside me just magnifies all the dangers around me that little bit bigger.  do you see that pavement over there?  yup, he is going to fall and knock all his teeth out.  that car coming down the road?  yup, it’s going waayyy too fast and it’s coming…oh my god, it’s coming straight for us and going to knock us all over.

you want to go on the big swing, harry? the big swing that doesn’t hold you in?! no stay in the baby one.  please!  oh no, he’s giving me those eyes…the eyes that he’s just managed to bag himself the biggest fire engine in the world for christmas with…ach, go on then, bach, go for it.  after a few {small} pushes it was ”higher agis, higher!” and when he realised he wasn’t getting any higher, it was ”go away agis.  taidi, higher!”

i did so well.  i managed to stop myself from running alongside harry while taidi pushed him…but every now and again i’d lunge forward shouting ”whoah!” convinced i was about to save harry’s life…to get told ”agis go away”, to which alf would add ”yeah mam, we’re only on the swings and harry’s a big boy now”.  alf would then show him some other move on the swing and then hold his hand as they went from the swing to the slide etc.

snot trails and all alf…i love watching you watching over your little cousin xx

i love harry’s on/off switch top here – anyone know if they come in men’s sizes?!

ps – do you get nervous when it’s someone else’s child?