mad dash

It's rare that CK gets a night-out, so when CK went off to a concert last night I couldn't be more happy for her.

So there we were, me trying to be a good parent feeding baby, when the phone went, "can you look on the fridge" CK says, yes, I say, and find myself looking at the tickets CK left behind.

A few minutes later after unsuccessfully trying to remove mashed potato and baked beans from her hair and face, AG and I where driving up to the o2 (a huge concert venue).

It was a bit of a mad dash, but AG wasn't too late to bed and CK got to her concert so everyone's happy!

What a crazy evening!