It was about 4am on Friday night/Saturday morning. I was coming home from a night out dining, drinking and dancing with my friends…
No, I wasn't. I HAD been fast asleep in my bed with my ear-plugs in, when I felt something touch my cheek and it woke me up. Pulling the ear-plugs out, I could hear the soft sounds of a little person breathing. Blearily, still surfacing from sleep, I wondered why Mr B had brought Harry into our bed and what my baby was doing on my pillow. The little person flung his hand around my neck and I thought, "Isn't that the most adorable thing? It's almost like he's hugging me!" Then I realised Mr B was saying something about going downstairs for a second and asking me to keep her safe on the bed.
"Him," I corrected Mr B blearily as I watched his shadow retreat. For a moment, everything was quiet. Then the arm around my neck shifted and, millimetres from my ear, a little voice equal parts creepy and adorable, said, "Allo, Mummy."
Turns out Madeleine had been having a nightmare (something about a lost hair-band) and Mr B had tried but failed to resettle her, then brought her into our bed. Let me tell you she was very pleased to be there. The nightmare was long forgotten but so, sadly, was my night's sleep. She kept up a constant stream of chatter for the next two hours while Mr B and Harry both snored, snuggling happily next to me and stroking my hair and saying things like "I like you lots Mummy" and "I loving you Mummy" and "Harry still sleeping?" and "I have breakfast yet?" (at about 4.45am).
At 5.45am when Harry woke up (it is a true miracle that he didn't wake sooner since his cot is RIGHT next to our bed), I sat up to feed him and Madeleine sat up too. She covered his face and mine with repeated kisses, which didn't make breastfeeding particularly easy but which was ridiculously lovely.
And then we all went downstairs before the sun was up and BAM, just like that, it was time for the weekend to begin. Ah weekends, a restful reprise from the busy work week. The next two days continued as they had begun. Exhausting, entertaining, adorable, exasperating, hilarious, filled with love and filled with fun.
So, basically just another day in a house with a toddler and a baby. How was your weekend?
Here are some parenty-style links that you might enjoy:
* DIRECTLY related to my story above, this piece on the ageing influence of motherhood made me laugh
* I have a love-hate relationship with IKEA, I take issue with being forced to follow the arrows, for one. But ever since having kids I've had to make my peace with them. Those storage solutions are just so handy. And did you know they now have a stationery range?
* This beautifully expresses how I feel about the daycare drop-off (yes, I've started that early)
* Holy moly, how cool are the little cardboard castles in this party for a bunch of two year olds?
* What writers can learn from 'Good Night Moon'. We love this book at our place!
* Do you like to drink flavoured water?
* How to grow your own crystals. I LOVED keeping 'crystal gardens' when I was a kid. Did you?
* Pretty much love all the clothes in this shop!
* Equal parts loving and loathing. Yeah, I get that
* New-baby gifts that might actually get used
* Women need a year to recover from childhood. Well, that lets me off the hook a bit
* Super cute party food for little ones