Last night I went into the kitchen to find Maeve buttering up a slice of bread – something which she does from time to time – what surprised me was she then opened a container of peanuts and sprinkled some on the buttered bread followed by another slice of bread. Very pleased with herself Maeve then proceeded to east the sandwich – her first self-made meal that I know of (she often raids the fridge for grapes and cheese but no “making” is involved in that). Not bad for a 2.75 year old.

As to her dad … well I am licking my wounds and ego after slipping and falling heavily on some black ice. It has been bitterly cold and snowy here in ireland – very unusual.