Our favourite blog from last week's iBlog Friday has been chosen! Renee Wilson from Mummy, Wife, Me is the winner with her article about how leaving her husband in charge of their kids for the weekend made her re-examine her relationship with her family. Congrats Renee! The CDs are in the mail.
I could hear their excited squeals from out on the street. I couldn’t wait to get inside and cover them in cuddles and kisses. Had they missed me? Did they have fun? Had they had their dinner? Were they ready for bed? Did Dave think it was hard? These questions darted through my mind as I fumbled with the key in the door.
I opened the door expecting my almost-three-year-old, Curly-locks, to come racing toward me to give me a hug. She didn’t. I hid my disappointment and quickly surveyed the scene before me.
House: Looked like a tornado had touched down on the toy box.
Curly-locks: Wild-haired, happily squealing, jumping up and down doing her ‘ballet’. She was wearing the jeans that I could never convince her to wear.
Smiley: Even wilder-haired, in high-chair, face covered in food, squealing along with her sister.
Dave: In the kitchen cooking beef cheeks!?! for Curly-locks (He told her they were sausages. It seems he’s a compulsive liar too ) with a stupid grin on his face and the wildest hair out of the three of them.