I feel so blessed…

My three year old can sure be a handful sometimes…but today my eldest is home on half-rest day. (He’s almost five, and having difficulty adjusting to full-time school so trialing some rest periods).

Despite waking 5am, I wasn’t going to nap him but he asked to go to bed, and 3yro was quietly watching Ipad in his room so I was able to focus on reading and getting him to sleep.

Afterwards, I lay on 3yro’s bed with him…as he had short nap earlier & just wanted quiet time.

I must’ve crashed out… because I awoke twenty minutes later to find myself covered in four blankets, my phone next to me & him holding my hand.

“You fell asleep! You tired Mummy! I put blankets on you! I put phone next my Ipad! I held your hand! You feel better now Mummy?!”

I try to remember these sweet times when my boys seemingly morph into devil-like beings and drive me crazy… It’s moments like this that make me feel we must be doing something right raising our boys.