For every bad sad thought…

There has to be a positive one. Right? So here goes…
– Oscar is talking more and more – and its divine.
– Felix and Oscar are relentless at giving me cuddles, telling me how much they love me and as Felix says, “Mummy, you’re as pretty as a swan and a princess.” And after my various meltdowns over the last week, “Mummy, you’re as pretty as a swan and a princess and a unicorn.”
– Friday and/or Saturday nights at home, with the boys, after a dinner of our favourite pasta and yummy dessert, settling in with pillows, doonas and each other for a video before bed. I love these times more than anything.
– Oscar or Felix coming into our bed anywhere between 2-4 in the morning and snuggling in to me before going back to sleep.
– Watching them grow up and their personalities shine like the brightest of beacons in the foggiest of nights.
– Feeling the incubus kick and squirm all.the.time and the growing excitement at it joining these boys on the most remarkable journey of discovery.
– Baking. Anytime, anywhere.
– and… (once more with feeling please)