Aaand, relax. Spring is coming, can you feel it? I was amazed to see that in less than a month we'll have gone from minus twelve degrees to sixteen degrees! That's some serious defrosting! I need this, though. I need that warmth on my skin more than I need air right now. Well, perhaps I'm exaggerating just a smidgen.
Tulips are my absolute most favourite thing about Spring, well, aside from Daffodils, obviously. But I really, really do love Tulips. They remind me of My Nanna, she always had fresh tulips on the table in Spring time.
There is, however, something about Spring that I'm never quite prepared for: the sudden influx of energy! My babes have grown an extra supply from nowhere, it seems. The BBP was the first to start to show signs of increasing activity, and decided to show it through a series of new developments in climbing. I can't leave the room without finding her stood on the windowsill waving at passers by. I'm lucky if she's clothed, but usually she isn't.
Everything must happen, right now. She must smell the pretty flowers right now. She must read The Gruffalo right now. She must stand on the window sill right now. She must have booby right now and at the same time, she'd quite like to have juice and biscuits, and of course sees no reason why I should object to that whatsoever. That's okay, Mama is robust, Mama can adjust, right? Right. Us Mamas have to adjust to our babes' long lists of requirements, it's just what we do.
I actually don't have any issues with reading Julia Donaldson's books five-hundred and fifty-five times daily because she's such a fantastic writer. We're amassing quite a collection of her literary works just now, and not one of them show evidence of scribbles or tears.
I don't think I'll ever forget sitting together before bed, reading our night time story. As we all say in chorus:
""Don't get your knickers in a twist", said Jack.
"Let's have a look in the patchwork sack.""
Oh yes, there's something so special about bed time stories. No matter how tired I am, I try my very hardest to read to them every night, because one day I'll wish I had "just one more story" with them, like they ask me every night. Just one more, please?