My cousin's baby is one year old this weekend, and they had a party in north London. Went up by train and it was fine really; way better than schlepping round north bloody circular on a Saturday. The other James and Max were there; my cousin's ex is called James and he and his v nice partner have a son called Max too. After I first met 'my' James, at a children's party in December, B and I went to another party at Lucy's and there were J & M. Oh, I just met another J & M, said I, little knowing... Was lovely to see cousins, their totally fantastic parents, and little Mylo, who is so adorable and fun now. You talk, he grins; what;s not to love?! Lots of other people were at the party who I had not seen since Ben was either tiny or in my tummy, so it was great to have a catch up.
We went early so we could leave early, came back here and went for a bike ride along the river, all 4 of us. I think it was enjoyed by all. And lovely James floored me by telling me what a great Mum I am. Managed not to say, witty woo, lets have 13 more then. Managed that quite easily, strangely enough!