Mum and Dad are home from Africa.
Goodness we missed them -- home just didn't feel quite 'right' without our daily chats and cups of tea, and the boys both pined terrible. Several times I found Adam hammering at their door and forlornly crying "Papa! Papa!", even after they'd been gone for three weeks. Eric talked to them on the phone several times a week, and told them in endless detail every bit of his days.
Since they've been back there's been no time for jet lag -- Eric's had a sleepover already, and each morning he rushes over as soon as he's wolfed down his breakfast and thrown on his school uniform. Adam clings to Granny like a monkey, and shrieks if Mummy tries to disentangle him. And I'm just delighted to have five quiet minutes to myself after almost a month of being the sole entertainer to two little boys!
Yesterday was Papa's birthday -- an evening barbecue, then candles atop a sinful pile of Mars Bar chocolate brownies. Eric made him a card, and we all sang "Happy Birthday" with gusto ... we're so pleased to have them here to celebrate with.