Today I stupidly kindly donated the bare remaining threads of my sanity to Thing One and Thing Two and baked with them both, together, after school.  Generally as baking goes or any other type of making activity, doing it with the both of them together is virtually sanity suicide.

We made Avalanche Bars from this fab recipe.  It's basically melted white chocolate, peanut butter, chocolate chips and marshmallows with rice crispies.

Unfortunately I've probably scoffed the entire of June's calorie allowance in one sitting..... oops.

Shhhhh......

I like to peek into Thing One and Thing Two's rooms when they are sleeping.  It doesn't matter how vile and tempestuous they've been during the evening, one look at them when they're asleep and my heart swells.

Having The Toddler makes it unfortunately too easy sometimes to forget just how small and young Thing One (7.5) and Thing Two (5.5) actually are, especially Thing Two who acts and thinks far too old anyway and in the most charming way is actually quite odd, her peers seem years younger then her in comparison which is remarkably disconcerting.  Poor Thing One really does have the short straw being the first born, had he been an Only Child I should imagine he'd be treated much younger then he is yet being the eldest somehow, unfortunately, on occasion forces him to be older.  Yet out of the three he is probably the least mature, bless. Unjust expectations and all that.

Yet on hair wash night when their hair is plastered to their shining faces or when they're asleep, they look so young.  They're truly my babies again.  They'll always be my babies. Childhood is so precious and goes so fast that we need these moments to cherish it.  It's always about the small things.  They make us and break us.

Musical beds

This is what The Husband was greeted by when he went up to turn of Thing Two's light she'd, for reasons unbeknown to us, decided to put her bedding on the floor and sleep under her bed and just to be different she slept horizontally across it rather then vertically. Strange girl.  Highly lovable though.

The next night The Husband put Thing One and Thing Two to bed as usual in their own beds in their own rooms then went out on his bike.  I was in bed with The Toddler nursing him to sleep.  As soon as The Husband  left I heard instant movement and conspiracy of whispers.  They genuinely believed I had no idea what they were doing, of course I knew exactly what they were doing.  Thing One had told Thing Two to sleep in his room as they noisily dragged her bedding across the landing amidst giggles and chatter.  However, I'm not always a total Ogre so I humoured them and played along only asking them to go to sleep and be quiet.

Several hours later as Thing One did his usual snoring, talking and acrobatics in his sleep I heard Thing Two wander downstairs to The Husband.  She couldn't sleep.  She tried sleeping in Thing One's bed with him but with his aforementioned antics she had little room so The Husband helped her take her bedding back into her room and put her to bed, again.

So last night they openly expressed that they wanted to sleep in the same room again.  Thing Two still had an old mattress that is propped up against a wall under his bed so they pulled that down and dumped her bedding on it again.

We fully expected a repeat performance of the night before yet when  sneaked a peek...

...the old man is snoring

When life gives us lemons rain ...

...stay in and bake (with Thing Two)