Aimee Horton

When they are sleeping.


There are so many magical moments every day when you have children.  Whether it’s the time they stand and bang on the door of the shower while you’re trying to shave your legs. Maybe it’s the moment they wee in the craft box when you stupidly give them nappy free time.  Or perhaps it’s the in depth conversation about pooh being stuck to their bottom at 2am in the morning for an emergency pooh party (do you wipe it off or wait for another pooh to knock it off?).  Yes. Really.  Moments that we will love and cherish for the rest of our lives.

But, and I don’t know about you, my favourite moment ever is when my boys are asleep.  Sometimes I feel a teeny tiny bit guilty as I celebrate with a bottle glass of wine the accomplishment of making it through another day (especially those HORRIBLE final two hour).  After the chaos of bed time, the frustration of story time (please don’t make me read Bear Hunt AGAIN).  After I’ve gone back up and threatened to remove a magnet from the reward chart if there is ONE MORE request for “something” and when it’s Peace at Last.

Suddenly the frustrations of the day disappear.  I almost smile lovingly when I skid across the hall floor on a toy car strategically placed just out of sight of the bottom step.  I barely swear when I stand in a bit of squished tomato, or soggy toast that’s been missed at the dinner time clean up.  I think back to the naughtiness and the tantrums and nearly laugh at the cheekiness and the answering back.  I relay the most stressful moments of the day back to Mr. Aimee as if it was almost fun.  I get a little wistful, I pop up to stroke their hair out of the faces, remove toys from beds, and bottles from cots.  Tucking them in. Feeling lucky and lovely as they make little noises, rolling over and clonking their heads on the side of the cot.

But then, as I’m sitting with my feet up crying at One Born Every Minute, and the war cry “MUMMMMYYYYYY ELMO BUMPED HIS HEADDD ON THE BEEEDDD” bellows down the stairs waking the fat one up, I remember why I love them best when they’re asleep, and I no longer feel guilty, just a little bit pissed off, knowing that the last of the Malteasers will be gone by the time I get back.

When the boys stick together


Toddler Moment of the last 24 Hours: Putting him to bed.

Baby Moment of the last 24 Hours: Super duper chuckles

Today is my day with just Fat Larry.  It’s a lot more laid back then my days with both of them, so I spent the morning with the gorg’ little lad cleaning, he happily fed, played, laughed, slept, fed, slept etc. while I cleaned round him, playing on the computer a bit, catching up on 90210…omg…I can’t believe I wasn’t born rich…gutted, although, would they all really have this sidekick phone or whatever it is? Surely they’d be on the old Blackberrys/Iphones?

ANYWAY…then I decided to pop to Next (found the perfect wallpaper for the dayroom…just got to convince Matthew it’s perfect as recently he seems to think he has an opinion…not sure where that’s come from, but I feel I should humour him for his sake)…and Sainsburys.  Larry is always an angel, he happily behaved in Next when I picked up my wallpaper sample, he happily behaved in another shop where I picked up the scented candles (you can’t live with 3 boys and not have scented candles trust me), and when we got to sainsburys, he gave me enough time to pick up the necessities for dinner (Lemon Chicken ala Lorraine this morning), and then as soon as I headed back to the home and gadget and clothes aisle he kicked off.  This is so unlike Larry it’s unbelievable…except last time we were in Sainsburys he moaned all the way round…and Theo always complains at certain shops that Matt hates too…Boots, Debenhams, Top Shop, French Connection….basically anywhere I spend money my boys complain.  Has Matt paid them to prevent me from spending money, or is this some sort of gene that’s built into boys that make them tight?  Whatever it is my sons are traitors. Harumph….they have yet to suss out when I’m doing free stuff online and when I’m spending money – HA HA.

In other news, I have fallen in love with these shoes and feel that they’re meant to be, but am struggling to justify them before I’ve even started work… and tonight I have a man coming to talk about cleaning my house *does a little dance* this is probably something I’m more excited then I should be, but woop woop it will be fabulous to actually have a clean house without having to do it myself…stating the obvious I know.

Anyway, I better go and tidy up…before the cleaner comes (don’t want him to know what a slum we currently live in), and get the boy so I can fling them both in the bed!

Take care


p.s. Is there a way of keeping Larry’s dummy in his mouth? If he spits it out and tantrums one more time I may resort to the masking tape!