We all went to Mattias and Linda’s yesterday afternoon, for a grill-fest. Freya had been a bit tired during the day (a combination of a particularly painful new tooth coming through, temper tantrums, and interrupted sleep), so we weren’t expecting a long (or enjoyable, come to that) evening away from home.

She finally got to sleep at 12 o’clock, having hardly eaten anything the whole day, and having played almost continuously from our arrival at the party. She made a few friends, all a bit older than she), and got taken care of brilliantly. All this with very little whining.

A regular Duracell-girl, she is.