See that cute little stripy cardigan Eleanor's wearing? This post isn't about that cardigan, but take note anyway. This post is about that sweet spot that occurs most days, at one point or another. That breather that makes this whole biz just feel like it's my jam. Them two, sitting at their table in the playroom - though possibly they are in a fancy restaurant in the city, or taking their babies to the local cafe. Or those hours of drawing or singing, or the conversations between their baby seals... These sweet spots are worth ten of the other kind.
Or this - kiddo drags a chair to the sink, fills it up, adds detergent (though I suspect the detergent is really actually Dettol hand wash, but whatevs), and starts washing. Don't mind my cluttered window sill, it always looks like that. I'm okay with it.
Meanwhile this one contented herself with shelling beans, and I was all, 'okay then, guess I'll have another coffee.'
Parenting under fives sometimes feels like an intricate juggle (I'm sure this continues past 5, I have a relatively small frame of reference just now), which makes all this feel extra luscious. The singing, the giggling, the running races on the lawn. Worth recording, and appreciating. Because you never know when you'll turn around and discover...