“When they returned she was covered in dust from her tomato and leek crisps. Apparently, she’d thrown a bit of a wobbly and the only way to comfort her is with food. Fair enough, we do it all the time.” Stuart Hall on Easter Saturday with the parents and in-laws…
Read Stuart Hall’s The Dad Diaries: Day 1 and Day 2
The Dad Diaries: Day 3
Our chubby little alarm clock woke us up at 6.30am, which in the grand scheme of things is of course totally fine. Usually we take it in turns to get up with her in the mornings but as it was Easter Saturday we both got up to start prepping for the day.
30 minutes later and we had a marinated whole leg of lamb slowly roasting in the oven. I then played with Etta on her mat, reading books, helping her stand and play and Sinead went into baking mode. She really wanted to rustle up some gingerbread men from a recipe she had found in an uber cool Australian magazine called Lunch Lady.
We had decided to call in the cavalry for Saturday – what with the mood that missy was in, we felt we needed all the help we could get. My mother-in-law is staying with us at the moment, so we thought we’d make it a complete family affair and invite my parents down as well. Everybody is non-London, so it does take a bit of wrangling to get everybody in the same place, at the same time.
The afternoon consisted of cuddles, the slow roasted leg of lamb, 4kg of roast potatoes (my wife is Irish, so…) and lots of wine and booze, which made some of the earlier troubles fall away
As soon as my parents arrived, Etta was in her element, being the centre of attention. It gave us the little break we needed so we could concentrate on getting lunch ready and not worry about her toppling over or getting into whatever high-jinks situation she usually does.
The Grandmothers took her out to the park as she absolutely adores the swings. When they returned she was covered in dust from her tomato and leek crisps. Apparently, she’d thrown a bit of a wobbly and the only way to comfort her is with food. Fair enough, we do it all the time.
The afternoon consisted of cuddles, the slow roasted leg of lamb, 4kg of roast potatoes (my wife is Irish, so…) and lots of wine and booze, which made some of the earlier troubles fall away. Little did we know what was in store for us when we woke up.