My special two

My 2 little kidlets are just being so adorable lately, my heart sometimes does little flip flops just watching the 2 of them interact together.

They are just so in love with each other, its sometimes sickening to witness. Of course the love is balanced off with plenty of fighting, but most of the time it's just a big love fest.

Our mornings start with 2 little midgets snuggled up to either side (Duane gets up at 4.30, so plenty of room my morning visitors), and a long cuddle in bed when we wake at around 7.30am. The 2 little ones spend a good half hour cuddling up to each other, planting big kisses on each other and having a tickle fest. I get a look in every now and then, only ever as an object to fight over though. Oh, and I am also apparently good for reading them 10 or so books before they want to get up and greet the morning, hence the reason we haven't been rising out into the cool winter mornings until around 8am.

Once we are up the terrible twosome are still joined at the hip. Running around laughing and giggling, playing chasies up and down the hall. One usually calls out to the other, then all I hear is cheeky cackling as they rush past in a blur. Way to much energy for me, I'm more interested in wiping the sleep from my eyes and organising my morning cup of earl Grey tea.

They both have perfected the art of "egging" each other on, most of the time to do something naughty. They stifle laughs as they each encourage mischief to happen. Grace usually instigates with a "C'mon Xav, lets go stand on the table, chase the chickens, jump on Mum & Dads bed, find something really high and dangerous and launch our self off it" They are usually quiet for a bit, then I sit back and enjoy the peacefulness until my curious side takes over.

By now the 2 of them are a quivering mess, way too excited by there naughtiness to listen to any discipline. Grace will finally calm down and stop, but then little Xav pipes up with, "More, go more *Walrus?"

Apart from mischief, they do have a lot of fun playing together. They both crave being outside and the more time they spend out there, the better every ones sanity is. They love organising pretend birthday parties in the sandpit, complete with cakes, treats and presents all wrapped up. I went to the op-shop last week and bought a heap of intricate wooden bowls and stainless steel cooking utensils, which have been a huge hit. I've taken out all the plastic sandpit toys, they prefer to play with real things so all the new stuff is being well used.

They also play this cute little game at every meal. Xav pretends his fork/spoon is a person and trots it up to Grace, saying "Hello" Grace then gets her fork/spoon and stands it beside Xav's and they have long, crazy conversations. It's just adorable and I love watching their imaginations grow together.

I love watching the 2 little souls that we created enjoying each others company. I love watching their love for one another grow, and the genuine compassion they have for each other. Of course they have their moments, but most of the time if one is hurt the other is right there rubbing their "owie" and giving cuddles. That is after automatically saying "It wasn't me, I didn't hit/kick/push/hurt them" Or Xav with his instant "Sorry Walrus", even when he has done nothing wrong!

It's like watching a beautiful friendship as it develops right from the start and I get to witness every moment.

I am really enjoying both of the kids right now. We are having fantastic days, rarely scattered with trying moments. I'm not sure if I'd be jinxing myself, but can I dare say that they are both relatively "easy"? They really are, and I am finding our days run smoothly and we are all having so much fun together! Maybe I'm just getting better at this parenting gig? Or maybe I'm just in a false sense of security, and soon it will all come tumbling down? Who cares, I'm just going to keep enjoying this beautiful time of my life.

*Xav has chosen a very strange nickname to call Grace - Walrus. I have absolutely no idea where he got it from, it's not even a word that I ever remember saying to him. It all started when we were in Tas and he kept saying it all the time. I was baffled as to what he was trying to say, then finally he pointed to Grace when he said it. Since then whenever he talks about or to Grace he calls her "Walrus" and sometimes "Ace" If he calls her Ace, I ask him what the other name he calls her is and he ALWAYS says Walrus. It is very cute as he runs around looking for her saying, "Where's Walrus, Walrus is gone" It's right out of the blue, but the nickname is slowly starting to grow on me, I even find myself calling her that sometimes, and she refers to herself as "Walrus". I wonder if it will stick? Or maybe Xav is channelling my obsession with The Beatles, they have a song called "I am the Walrus"??