Big and Little.

I was beyond tired today, of the worn out and grumpy and tearful with it variety.

Fran let me go back to bed. When I woke up, they were deeply embroiled in kitchen stuff.

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There was a lot of mess (which they tidied up; result!)

There was a lot of hard work.

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There was a very happy little boy who loved every minute and learned to lick the bowl.

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And delicious cakes.

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I’m a bit of a rubbish mum at doing things like this so I’m extra grateful to big sisters who do. These are the things his memories will be made of.

And I got to giggle at the naked icing that happened – it was a fun body art installation by the end!

Simple Things

We had 3 days apart this week, Bene and I. It was too long really, though I had a marvellous time. And he was fine.

This morning was perfect, him waking up to find me in the bed I wasn’t in when he fell asleep last night. There was pure delight in his eyes. It was a long, slow morning of joyful milky cuddles and an extended lie in.

Then he spent his day like this.

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A baking tray full of lentils and split peas, a small bowl, a coffee scoop and a tea spoon. We played for ages together then he played for hours along, pretending to cook, riding horses through it, driving tractors through it.

60p of pulses that are (remarkably!) very easy to sweep up and use again and hours of educational fun. Perfect.

There’s no place like home, as they say.

Bene is in nursery more than I’d choose just now. Depending on how the next few months go, I might soon be working outside the home.

I must remember to make the most of this time.

Too tight to try a tuff spot.

This is what happens when you are doing toddlers for the 5th time.

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The girls would have got a tuff spot. Bene gets a cat litter tray and a bag of soup beans.

I really wanted to be be good at toddler stuff this time round. I was going to be all messy play and letting our hair down.

But I’m rubbish. I hate mess. I’ve not got time to set up invitations to play.

Heigh ho.

Turns out a cat litter tray is quite fun anyway.