Tabitha is six now. This was the first birthday that she really got excited about and boy did she get excited. She had her first birthday party at Montezuma's (would recommend, by the way) and she has been counting the days since November.
She wanted Fatto a Mano at lunch because they're the only people who come close to making pizza as well as her mum does. Not even blowing smoke; Charlotte makes the best pizza I've ever had, and I'd choose her pizza over any others, given the chance.
It's become a bit of a routine for Tabitha and I to take the dog for a walk when she's done at school. What that usually entails is me throwing a ball for Sudo and Tabitha going to the park.
What is it about 5-year-olds that they're utterly incapable of using play equipment for its intended purpose? We spent about an hour there yesterday and she didn't use one thing properly. Still seemed to have fun though.
Bit of a lazy one today, and we were going a little crazy sitting inside, so took the dog out for some fresh air and silly faces. Then came back and played some Mario Kart. I can barely summon the energy to type this out.
Lots of walking, hanging out with the kid, and a dog who's getting weirder as time goes on.
Oxford is such an unwelcoming city. There are signs everywhere telling you what you're not allowed to do. Don't lock your bike here. Don't even lean your bike here. Keep off the grass, keep out, don't let anyone follow you in, don't take photos, silence please.
Fortunately managed to snap a little photo of Tabitha (the most consistently noisy person in Oxford at the time) next to a sign telling her to do the impossible.