Many muffins

As I remarked on Facebook at the weekend, I may need a muffin intervention. I baked two batches of muffins on Saturday alone. Not all for my consumption, of course (as if); the first - blueberry buttermilk - came with us to visit friends with a new house and a six-week-old baby, and the second were somewhat less virtuous orange-chocolate-chip, for the playdate.

The playdate was fine, of course. The other mother read a book for a while, while I did indeed make muffins, and then we started chatting, and then we ate some muffins, and then it turned out that she's a big Nigella Lawson fan too, and she was perfectly nice and very easy to talk to and not intimidating at all. And the boys had fun, and Mabel, as she was not falling asleep tonight (thanks, time change, for making bedtime even longer), asked me if the friend in question was coming over again, and when I said not right now, because he's at his house, she replied plaintively, "But I want him to be at our house." So I think she liked it too.

Aquaman and Batman being put to bed in Mabel's sleeves.
They were pretty tired after the playdate too.