We had a great day today. Oliver is almost over his croup and conjunctivitis and is starting to find his form of old. He had a big sleep in the middle of the day and apart from wetting the bed (on one of the few days we didn’t have a matress protector on) he woke up in a great mood.

After helping me to get a pot of Chilli Con Carne bubbling away on the stove, Oliver and I set about using the last of the light to turn the soil in our garden bed and plant some of the seedlings that desperately needed some more room to grow.

Oliver loves gardening with me and there were cute moments every where – none more so than when I has kneeling down planting some spinach and he came and stood right next to me and put his arm on my shoulder. It was the first time he had done it and I melted on the spot. A big smile came over me but I kept doing what I was doing and slowed the pace a little, to savour the moment.

Victoria also noticed him trying to use his little plastic hand shovel like I use my big shovel. Putting his foot on the top of the blade to push it in dirt – very cute.

You have some tough days with them and one great afternoon like that makes it all worth while – and some.