Little P came for a sleepover Saturday night and I had to sing "Roary the Racing Car" at least 673 times along with the Bob the Builder theme song. I flashed back to when Miss P's made me watch Aladdin at least 1092 times between 1995-1996. Robin Williams is hilarious but even his comic genius gets old after the 400th viewing. Ditto Roary the Racing car ..Roary you're my number one star ...see? I still have that song running through my head.
Aside from singing myself hoarse , it was Party Central on Sunday with the family here to celebrate Little P's second birthday.I took very cute video of Little P riding his birthday trike up and down our hallway and chattering away like a magpie but I can't show you because Mr. P is in his underpants. I'm sparing you the agony and showing you a carefully selected photo instead.
Miss P made this birthday cake all by herself. I think she did a brilliant job.
And as a testament to my brilliance I even managed to get in some sewing. My bizarre sleep patterns continue to throw a crimp into my sewing/blogging/life mojo and I'm heartily sick of it. I have a plan to turn it all around this week.
I just had an epiphany that I've sewn some of those blocks together wrong...bugger. At least it's fixable.
I hope your Sunday was full of creative things. After two weekends of social activity I'm looking forward to spending all of next weekend doing nothing...in my pyjamas.