A Collection of Cute

Sometimes – I guess at least once a day which makes it often, really – my breath catches in my chest when I catch a glimpse of my kids and I realise just how brilliant they are. You know that lovely Roald Dahl quote about sunbeams shining out of faces? That’s what my children are like. I don’t know if it’s the innocence of being young but they radiate happiness, peace and fun. They have sunbeams shining out of their faces and when they look at me they make me feel happy.

Even on those nights when Elfie refuses to go to bed because she is 3 going on 16 and she wants to stay up late watching Mummy’s programmes (Come Dine With Me, The Real Housewives…) and the mealtimes when Hux gets so distracted by anything but his food and then is so overstimulated (A BALLOOOOON! OMG OMG) that his head near enough implodes, they’re still the best children I’ve ever met.

Elfie has this new trick: she’s learned that it’s possible for her to wake up at any point during the night and rather than just wailing for her mummy she know knows that she can get up out of bed and leave the room. Magical. Of course this means that more often than not I wake up at 5am with a sticky toddler hand in my face or a foot in my back, but any attempt to order her back to her own bed is met with “oh mummy, I missed you, I want to cuddle you”.

Oh go on then, you little sleep disturber :)

Hux has always been the most brilliant baby (he slept til 9am the other day. 9AM!!!) so any obtuse behaviour coming from him feels very odd. I always make an effort to not get too cross when he has a little off day as he did yesterday, he’s so perfect most of the time that a little whinging won’t kill me (no matter how much it felt like it did). Words this clever clogs says beautifully now include: Mama, Peppa (yep, blame his sister for that one), Nose, Papa, Dada, Nana and Balloon.

Oh, the cuteness of these two. Please don’t grow up.

OK, please do. But only because I could really do with those extra hours of sleep a night.