Today I feel a little bit fabulous. I know that sounds crazy coming from a mum of 2 under 2 but honestly after last night I do a bit. Rewind to 4PM on Monday and Seb decided to stick himself to my boob, he came off again at about 8PM last night. I’m really not exaggerating and sadly I think I’d forgotten the joy of cluster feeding during a growth spurt, so after literally no sleep for 2 nights after getting some actual sleep last night I feel as I say a little bit fabulous.

So, we are now 2 and half weeks into this new life with 2 little people to raise and I think things are now starting to fall into place as we establish some sort of new routine. To be honest it’s very similar to our old routine as Seb has pretty much just slotted in like a missing puzzle piece, it just means I’ve reacquainted myself to 2AM and Henry is yet to resume studying as we’re trying to find the best time for him to now do this. He’s off to Bodypower (think wedding fair but for fitness nuts like him) at the weekend so I expect Sunday will be when he picks up the textbook again when he comes back buzzing and raring to go in the personal training world again after a 3 week holiday.

There are crazy moments, of course. Last night while Henry was Facetiming his Dad, Seb was in his last stages of cluster feeding and Polly was running riot in the living room after tea with a

dangerously full nappy. She then filled the already full of wee nappy with the brown stuff and before either of us could change her she’d sat herself on my foot and started bouncing up and down, my naked foot. You don’t need me to tell you what the result was except to say Henry almost wet himself laughing so much while he wet wiped my foot clean and Seb carried on with his relentless feeding.

Going out just myself and the little ones also has its moments. On Friday morning we went for a little wander in Blackmoor gardens and Polly enjoyed a little squirrel walk, for approximately 8 minutes. Then she threw a strop about walking so wound up back in the pushchair having a little strop to herself and even had her hood up- taster of what to expect when she hits 13 I guess. But I have to say wrestling a toddler into her pushchair while she attempts to do the plank is great fun with a baby strapped to your chest is great fun, particularly in public.

Some nights have found a wriggly toddler back in our bed who is very intrigued as to why Mummy seems to be cuddling her little brother and feeding him when it’s night-night time. The result of this means that a couple of my mornings have started like this while Henry is on an early morning gym session.

Polly obviously has had her moments. Unfortunately, she’s gone back to hitting which has broken my heart and we are trying so hard to nip this in the bud for good as it’s adding a negative spin on this new change in our family life. At the same time, she adores her little brother, she comforts him when he cries and helps out with nappy changes, sadly he has not escaped the hitting which makes the whole thing even more upsetting. I know it’s been a huge change for us all but mainly for her as she didn’t really know what was coming and also didn’t get a say in it and she has been amazing with

understanding that I need to split my time between the 2 of them and she will happily sit and read a book next to me on the sofa while I feed him (again!). I know this is just a phase and it will pass and it will get easier for her as time moves on, it would be nice if she could just drop the face palming!