I absolutely adore my children. They are funny, spirited (yes, they’re *those* sorts of kids….), humorous, and affectionate (oh, so very affectionate, it’s quite endearing if slightly inappropriate at some points – my son’s open mouthed kisses, for instance….).
But FARK ME they are expensive little buggers.
A lovely day here today – I made sure I offset the boringness of an epic supermarket shop with a trip to the playground on our estate. Coco and Otis are looking forward to the schools going back – not because they’re old enough to go, but because they get their normal play areas and haunts back again from the big kids! And I’ll admit I’m secretly looking forward to it too.
Today did not go to plan. Last night I had all sorts of plans to research, or photograph the remainder of my baby clothes to sell {sob}. But Otis was really poorly as I was getting him ready for bed, and then was ill during the night. I slept on his bedroom floor just to make sure he was ok overnight (last time he had a sickness bug he ended up being hospitalised) so today was spent in pyjamas.
So, like I said on my post earlier in the week on back to school stationery, my kids aren’t old enough to go to school – Coco is nearly 3 and Otis is a tender 16mo. Still, I have managed to get caught up in the Back To School hysteria. It’s partly my own fault – Bluewater shopping centre is round the corner from my house, and it’s my default place to go when the kids need a bit of fresh air (read: I could do with a latte) so I’ve been a keen observer of all the new season’s drops.
My kids aren’t old enough to go to school, in fact I can’t ever imagine that either of them will ever be old enough to wear school uniform and be anything other than the beautiful angelic little toddlers that they are *continues to look through rose tinted glasses*. However, on an increasingly frequent basis I am reminded that my children are getting bigger, and growing up at the speed of light before my eyes – this is mostly when Coco has a teenage sulk over me denying her her choice of accessory from H&M, or when she does not agree with my choice of dinner. You cannot eat sausages EVERY NIGHT, Coco.
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