My children are all playing together. Yes. That's right. All three. And for a whole 42 minutes now there has not been one 'Maaaaammmm' from their den. OK, they have every cover in the house in my room, they have probably stolen some chocolates from the jar, and the den will take a while to deconstruct when they are in bed, but still.... It's so rare these days that they all get on. It's the elder two mainly at each other's throats. Everyone finds Rosa Banosa so funny you just can't get mad with her.
I don't think about it so much these days, but it's moments like this that I do. How lucky are we? How the odds were humongously stacked against us having a second child, let alone a third. So thank you for science, and to a bloody amazing NHS that gave us this chance, our complete family, our everything.
