Maybe I’m just trying to keep them young. Wrigglebot fell asleep on my lap the other day and I couldn’t help but thinking that it could be for the last time. I think I need to be strong, however, Husband still mispronounces words that he learnt as a child, ‘decipher’ for him is ‘de-ki-fer’, cute when you are under 5 not so when you are over 30.

Tonight the kids came home, I gave them kisses and tucked them into bed. I read a little more and then quietly snuck into their room and stood there; listening to them breathe and watching them sleep. Having kids made me look forward to cleaning, something I never thought would be possible and not having them around made me realise how bland life is without them.

Even for half an hour though I love the challenge, the contest to race and get as much done as possible. Little Ted and I are in partnership, he sings and I clean.

I seem to slack off in winter and don’t go to the park so much, or go outside scootering, the kids feel cooped up and that makes us all a bit miserable. So… I just told off Wrigglebot for whinging so now I’m going to say what I like about winter… um… hot chocolate pudding.

In stepped Wrigglebot. ‘It’s okay Mum, don’t worry. I know how to change a tyre.’ And then he was off, getting the jack and all sorts of things that I don’t even know the names of and telling me what to do. He took off the nuts, once I had loosened them, and talked me through everything. Apparently he has changed tyres with Husband. And so I learnt an important lesson that day, not how to change a tyre but either to always look good or have Wrigglebot in the car with me.

Me: We aren’t getting a puppy dog.

Wrigglebot: We could buy it food and take it for walks and it could come to the Beach House with us.

Me: We aren’t getting a puppy dog.

Wrigglebot: Well I’m going to move somewhere where I can have a puppy dog.

One more and I have the trifecta of little adolescents.

He turned to me and said, ‘I’ll show you some easy tricks that you can do Mummy.’ I was a little insulted, I’m not going to lie, I was pretty sure I could take him. He showed me some tricks and then handed the scooter over to me. I tried and fell, I tried again and failed once again. He can out-scooter me and it took me a long time till I could actually say those words. My son is better on his scooter than I am. But amazingly enough I’m still better than him at cleaning his room, making his lunch, getting his drinks and getting his clothes out. Funnily enough those are the things that I wouldn’t mind if he was better than me at. Some mothers would give up at this point but not me. When Wrigglebot has his afternoon rest I’m going to practise on his scooter because maybe just maybe I can recover and still be the Mum who can do everything in the eyes of her children. We will see.

Me: Nope not today.

Squirm: Oh, but everybody else is baking cakes after them naps.

It begins already.

I grew up waterski-ing and snow ski-ing so I’m quite used to extreme sports, they don’t really seem extreme to me they have always just been normal, but it was fun this weekend to learn something new. It’s not as easy as it was when you were seven. This all got me to realise that I want my kids to have the opportunity to do extreme sport regularly. I think it teaches you that its okay to fall, that its hard to learn something new, to confront challenges, to enjoy being outdoors, it gives you self-confidence that you can do something that most people can’t and mostly, they’re fun sports without competition, unless you turn professional. So I guess that’s what we’re doing for most of our holidays now, all I have to do is bleach my hair blonde, get a nose ring, a tan and a pair of Australian flag bikinis.