There are moments that I just want to freeze. Or maybe what I mean is I'd love them to last a little longer than a few moments.
When they play on the trampoline as they do every morning and afternoon and all I can hear as I'm pegging washing is Kian's giggle and Luca making him laugh.
Or when Kian falls over and Luca takes on the role of carer and passes him a muslin and tells him it's OK.
Luca has taught him how to play hide and seek and I don't know if Kian understands 'it's my turn to hide', but they work it out somehow.
They chase each other down the hallway (what would we do without a hallway???) and then fall in a heap on each other.
But they're all just fleeting moments, before it all comes crashing down.
I don't like conflict – that's my trouble, so when I get moments like this, I stop what I'm doing and watch. That's usually when it all goes to pot.
I know parenting isn't a stroll in the park, and I imagine, like any other journey, it probably has something to teach us.
But, really, does it have to teach us every. single. hour. of. every. single. bloody. day? Can we not just schedule the lessons say once a fortnight or so? Once a week? Then you see, I can deal with my conflict issues in an appropriate manner and have time to think about what I might do to prepare for the next lesson?
Gosh, wouldn't that be nice. Don't you think?