I'm picking ticks off little heads.
Making plans to take Keith on a secret date.
Serving hot Milo in the skull cup and frozen blueberries in the cow bowl.
I'm still on a bit of a package high from yesterday (a useful phrase for the sex addicts amongst us? No judgement) but the bod is weary.
This morning started at 5.30 when Teddy decided that sleep was for the weak.We've been up and down all through the nights for the last couple of months with both of them, but Ted's new passion is for 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat' at all hours of the night. 'Rowboat!' he demands and 'Hip Ray!' he cries when we wearily accede. 'Hip Ray!' is pretty hilarious as an expression of delight and I like to use it myself whenever I can.
But I think I need a new lullaby: