Who said life gets easier when your kids get bigger?
Oh, the cuddly creaminess of a toddler.
The slow walks down the street, your toddler waddling beside you examining the cracks in the pavement. The messy meals of mushy carrots, the unexpected delight of smeared peas through your hair.
Just one look at those chubby little thighs of tots like Prince George makes me reminisce about the long-ago days of toddler-hood.
My youngest has just turned four and already has morphed from baby to little girl. Her brothers are turning six and eight this year and suddenly my home has become less about pasta-shell craft and more about Minecraft.
There are days when I relish in the lack of nappies and tupperwear containers of sliced fruit and there are other days like today.. when a hallway full of shoes and sports kits remind me that my rough-and-tumble threesome will never quite need me in the same way.
It is a bittersweet realisation.
And one that I always thought would have an upside cause it is meant to get easier isn’t it?
Well – not so far. Sorry.
What I thought would be tough about getting out of the baby stage is surprising. I imagined the cuddles would decease (and the fighting would increase) but so far (fingers crossed) it’s the little things.
1.The laundry pile is ginormous.