what Spiderman does on his day off

Weeds

Aren't weeds pretty? Especially when picked by a proud three year old.

Proud Mamma

So proud of this gorgeous big boy who ...

... keeps his little brother company while I get ready in the morning
... masters a two wheeler scooter in five minutes
... tells me he loves me more when we say goodnight
... tastes almost everything, and likes it.
... makes deals like the craftiest of lawyers, and makes it very hard to say no to him.
... kisses his little brothers head.
... goes to the loo all by himself and washes his hands every time.
... loves my home baked rolls. Especially the seeds.
... reminds me, when my mind goes blank.
... jumps up to help me when I need something whilst breastfeeding.
... gives the greatest hugs and kisses.

Smooth Sailing

When one is almost three and a half life is full of little battles and frustrations. Something a Mamma has to deal and live with. But today has been one of those days that feels like everything has gone smoothly.

Some days it feels like the stars have to align in a constellation happening only once a century for things to even zig zag along.

But today was that perfect combination of a little boy willing to listen, and a Mamma willing to pick her battles. And although it almost slipped when he refused to wash his hair in the bath, with a little help from Big Man, we managed to haul that one in as well.

I told Big Brother how proud I was of him and the great day we had. I told him he wasn't grumpy and whingy or anything.
- Well Mamma. I was a little little bit whingy. Just this much, says my big little man and shows his little finger.

How quickly I forget.

Waiting

This little guy spent over an hour looking at that red clock on Saturday.

The reason: Morfar (mothers father) was coming at one o'clock to take him swimming.

That's his swimming gear in the bag.