I loooooove this program :-)  Did I already say that a few posts back?  Makes me laugh and cry and reminisce and ponder what is to come, all at once....

WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
- Lucy Schwartz -

When we were young
We were small but we didn't know it
When you were hurt
You would smile so you didn't show it
And I can't believe you're mine
Can't believe you're mine
When we were young
We were brave, we were wild warriors
And you liked to race
So we'd run to the distant shores
And I can't believe you're mine
Can't believe you're mine
When the night came we would both say goodbye and go
But now that I'm older I'm sleepless outside your door
So let me in
I can't believe you're mine
Now we are tall
We are wise
We are tired or growing
All of this time
You and I
How did we not know it
And I can't believe you're mine
Can't believe you're mine
Can't believe you're mine

I can't believe Hattie and Amber fell out over a boy.
No wait - I do.  It happens, huh.

Meagan xo

By "He", I mean my mostly peaceful, easy-going third-born.

Now 19 months old, he seems to have turned into some kinds of monster within the space of a mere week.  In the beginning, I administered Nurofen for several days in row - the sudden change had to be new teeth, right?  Yeah, except for the fact he already has them all bar his second set of molars.   And they sure aren't coming through just yet.

Perhaps he's getting sick?  Doesn't stop the massive giggle-sessions and chasing games all over the house with his brother (which of course immediately lead to waterworks and massive fights).  Yes, it's all fun and games till someone loses an eye.  How many times now have I caught myself sounding like my mother?  But where was I - ok, let's just say I don't really feel as if my youngest is ill in anyway other than the mandatory leaky nose.

Conclusion: My mostly peaceful, easy-going third-born has become a bona-fide toddler.
Bye-bye Babyhood [deep breath, sigh, little tear slides down cheek - kinda, but not really].

It's bedtime.  Sweet Dreams all.
x Meagan x