“Look Mummy, Look, We’re Dogs”

“Look Mummy, Look, We’re Dogs”.

The words you’ve always wanted to hear, oh and the actions too-eating rice crispies off the playroom floor from plastic bowls. I’ve never been so proud.

My clever, sometimes crazy twosome playing dog. Inevitably I had to take a picture of it, if only to bribe them in their teenage years.

These two are hilarious, Oliver is usually 4 going on 40 (don’t be fooled by the picture)-sensitive and more sensible than his own mother, “Can you lower the music in the car please Mummy, it’s too loud and you’re giving me a headache!” with a vocabulary that astounds most people and Alexander, his doting sibling, the cheeky chappy game for anything, utterly fearless (loving nothing more than climbing trees and kicking and bending a ball like a baby Beckham-he’s insanely gifted at the beautiful game)-these two are such fascinating characters.

They love Barbie on TV (have you seen how tongue in cheek it is now?) as much as Thomas the Tank Engine, brushing my hair and theirs as much as playing with their toy trains and gardening with their Grandma. They’re equally brilliant with a paint brush as an ipad and some days, some days I remember quite how little they actually are as they their wag pretend tails and shout, “Look Mummy, look, We’re Dogs”.

Love those boys!