Hmm...

 What shall I regale you with today?

Do I speak of how my amazing lass has finally tried to clean herself up after using the bathroom...?

(cue image of Mummy wading through 4 unraveled toilet rolls with a plunger and many many towels)

How about the heartwarming bond between the Minions of Doom?

(Mummy thought Phillip was screaming in terror/pain. Mummy thought she was going to find him missing a limb..
 They were playing peek-a-boo with the curtain. 
Mummy worries too much.)

Ooh, ooh, the sudden interest she's developed in helping Mummy tidy!

(she wiped down the surfaces and the chairs, and  swept up. Mummy returned later with towels and broom)

(Mummy needs to put towels on the shopping list, we're getting through a lot at the moment, washing machine cant keep up with supply and demand)

No? How about when she helped do the laundry...

(gosh knows how that resulted in a mixture of Bold and cat biscuits through two rooms...)

The new cd for today..

(War of the Worlds.. because it sounds "pretty".. I bet that was totally what they were going for....)


Actually,  how about the moment she didn't know I was watching. A rare secret moment Mummy doesn't know about. She took Phillip's hand and slowly, quietly walked around the livingroom with him. Over and over again, watching him lovingly. He would stumble, and she would patiently help him up and continue, or give him a cuddle until he was ready to try again. Without a word, just teaching him how to walk.

I don't know how often they've been doing this, that was the first I had seen it, but to look at them you'd think it was second nature, that they do that all the time.

This afternoon Phillip walked the furthest he's managed unaided, and Lily was cheering him on, clapping, smiling, and giving him cuddles and kisses.

The joy on both their faces was wonderful.