I've been keeping a diary of some of the things my children say and do. I thought I'd share some of them on my blog from time to time. Here's one from 2nd August 2008, when E was 3 1/2 years old and A was almost 2.
It’s rare that my P and I get an opportunity to sit down and have cup of coffee without either of the children climbing all over our chair. On Saturday morning he had made a nice cappuccino. I was really enjoying the coffee and the quiet time in the lounge room while the children were in the rumpus room, happily drawing pictures. It wasn’t long, however, before I heard A's little voice: “Mummy, I need a cuddle.” I looked up, and there he was, stripped to the waist and covered in green texta.
After giving him the needed cuddle, I went to check on Esther and to see what further damage had been done. She was sitting on the sofa in nothing but her undies. “What have you been doing?” I asked, exasperated. “I’ve been drawing, Mum,” she said, with a big smile. “Arthur was going swimming and he needed green bathers on.”