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Babble

The small boy mumbles in true northern mumbling style.  He has found his voice and is as chatty as his sister, though not quite as loud.  As yet no one can understand a thing he says.  But the small boy is definitely communicating with a story to tell and questions to ask.  Bilingual babble?  Dutch or English?

In the mornings he and the big girl chatter to each other as they lie in bed and shrieks and giggles come from their room.   The husband and I lie comatosed in bed listening to them and it is lovely to hear so long as it isn’t just when the dawn chorus is beginning.  This morning the big girl took her duvet and collection of favourite toys and camped next to the babe’s cot which took the excitement to a whole new level and along with it a whole new level of noise.

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The witching hour

That time between tea and bed.  That long, long, loooong hour or so.  That time when the children are tired and crotchety.  That time when nothing goes to plan.  That time when I am desperate for them to be in bed and to enjoy my small moment of still and calm, when the fire hisses and the house is soundless. 

The big girl has a talent for negotiation and bargaining.  While I am hoping these skills will help her to go far in later life, at the moment they are driving me round the bend.  Tonight the list of procrastination ranged from wanting a drink (predictable), to the batteries on her torch were fading (hum, predicting later shenanigans), to a final push with her bed socks being too slippy (?).

I love my kids but the time before bed is my nemesis, my nightmare moment.  The time when I need to count to ten on a very frequent basis.  Can I confess that I put the small boy to bed at half past five one night (or is that day) when he was just unbearable.   The cat, however, calmly sleeps through the chaos and noise, studiously ignoring the turmoil of bedtime.  I so wish I had his powers of detachment.

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