I was cleaning up after breakfast this morning and the kids went to play in the playroom. They were building yet another marble run - which is the hit toy at the moment here. Manouk was busy with magnetix. The sun was shining, it was Saturday morning so everything was looking good. It went better than good when the kids started singing REALLY LOUD: I want my milky lalala....
Now for the little story, aout 10 years ago a friend of mine got a baby, a little girl. She was a bad sleeper from the start. When she turned 2 and not having yet solved her sleep problem, my friend told us that her daughter would come into their room at 2 in the am EVERY NIGHT, screaming: I want my milky! This sticked with us, became some kind of a joke here (Well hello N. if you are reading this...See we are talking about you every day!!!!), and DH has always been using this when preparing breakfast for the kids...
Hearing them having so much fun this morning, Maxim and Manouk singing, Nathan doing the background music, playing together, I just thought about how lucky we are to have these 3 in our life! It was the start of a good day...Well of course, we had our share of bickering later on, but just thinking about his morning makes me smile...