Kids are miraculous and I don't just mean in their very existence, but in the way they bounce back and sail through illness and adversity. Rosie woke this morning smiling and happy, her pain of the last 2 days dismissed and forgotten (especially at medicine time when she claimed to need it no more). Emily's biggest concern was that she couldn't take her bike to nursery and there was no chance of her accepting why not when her friend (who lives two doors down from school) takes his every day! The next miracle that I'm waiting for is a day without a tantrum... Wishful thinking? Perhaps. In the meantime, I expect no help from above when it comes to workmen. It's been a week since we moved out of our home and it's gone from a tiled mess to a concrete bomb site with no end in sight. Oh to be 3 again and worried only about my bicycle.....
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