Bubbles and bolognaise
What I loved yesterday.
Sitting on the sofa in the early morning, blowing chocolate scented bubbles towards the rising sun.
Elliot: ‘Bye bye bubbles. They’re all leaving. It smells like chocolate in here! It smells like doggie in here!’
Elliot carrying his tiny golden retriever, Bella who is named after my mum’s dog, under his arm most of the day.
Elliot cooking and serving me a piping hot bowl of pretend spaghetti bolognaise. Apparently the secret ingredient is Bella. Only a slight obsession with doggies going on here.
Hysterical giggles before bedtime when I mispronounced a word in one of his favourite books, 101 Dalmatians.