We have just got back from our second camping stint in Wales. Tom and I are feeling pretty hardcore - in the last three weeks, we have spent two and half of them in a tent. I am too tired to write properly, but wanted to say that my girls have both grown up so much in the last few weeks of camp-mania.
Betty is really into telling jokes and even made one up the other day: 'What do you call a horse with no legs? Chocolate cake' (of course). She is still seriously putting us through the 'Why?' wringer, and is also making up some fascinating songs at the moment.
Baby Dolly has taken to bellowing 'HIYA!' in a chav accent to anyone and everyone who passes her, and has also added words such as 'ball, cheese, and woof' to her repertoire. She loves pointing at dogs, the sea, and horses. She is also becoming a bit tantrumy and stroppy.
Those lovely holiday feelings have evaporated. Dolly is now ill, Betty is hyperactive, I am drinking wine, and Tom has hot-footed it to the local shop to get beer. But Eastenders is about to start, and the baby monitor is currently silent, so it's not all bad...