Remember that feeling of bringing your baby home for the first time. The pure happiness, the nerves, the joy, the excitement and apprehension? Five years on and its not forgotten, just remembered with happiness. Turning five feels like such a milestone. So independent; no nappies, no naps just negotiations and new adventures. The start of our schooling life, new friends, new skills. It’s a strange feeling to think that it feels like yesterday that we had this beautiful bundle and our lives changed forever, but it also feels like a lifetime ago. As parents we have learnt so much, things we’d do again and things we wouldn’t. It’s an exciting time, turning five, they really are little people now. They walk, talk, play independently (most of the time!), have their own hopes, dreams and visions. Some things are easier now they are five, going to dinner is no longer such a drama however, some things are harder, long walks with the baby in the pram with time for your own thoughts is non existent!
This is not a blog post about saving time or cooking a meal (although Mr 5 as requested Mexican Monday!) but purely a reflection on life as a parent. It sure has its ups and down, but I wouldn’t change it for the world, although I would love to reduce the brotherly arguments!. It is an emotional time for me having my eldest turn 5. We are so proud fo the person he has become so far. He is emotional, caring, funny, and clever. He is no longer a baby, however will always be my baby..
It’s been a while between posts.. I wonder how often it the ideal ‘blog’? It’s the age old question.. when the kids are napping do you get jobs done, do something you enjoy or just rest yourself? I’d love to know what others do.. It varies day to day here dependant on how many musketeers I have at home at the time! I’d love to sit with a cuppa and catch up on the girly TV everyday but it’s just not feasible! So I try to divide my time between the house, cooking, and chilling. You can’t beat a nice cup of tea to refresh the soul for the events of the afternoon.
It seems like it may never end. Once you’ve finished one lot, sure enough there’s more waiting. With the chaos that is three boys under the age of 5, washing is to say the least.. there! Always! Just before the littlest musketeer was born I got creative and made a roster for all the housework in our house. Mondays was general washing, Tuesday was kids clothes, Wednesday was business shirts etc.. I follow it sporadically but its hard to stay on track when different things pop up. Sick kids, visitors, holidays etc. Once I get behind in the piles of dirt covered, baby spew items it seems to take days to catch up. And not to mention the linen! A friend showed me this 
I can’t survive with out a calandar. I have to have one that has boxes for each day but is small enough for me to pin up the kitchen for everyone to see and hopefully contribute. I have been a bit slow to buy one this year and realised that I in huge risk of double booking myself unless I get one pronto! I decide that for the interim I will print my own but to my surprise many are not worthy of the printer ink. However I have printed 
Yesterday I posted that I was trying the home made foot soak, and a few readers (excited that I can write that!) commented they wanted to know how it went.
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