My amazing daughter

My Chloe is amazing. Yesterday she got up early and got ready to go off to 'adoption shop' for SA dog rescue to be a helper for the day. She's done this a few times as my parents are volunteers. She spends the day helping organise the pens for the dogs, patting them and making sure they're happy and getting them anything they need. She also helped my dad do the coffee run. Dogs are Chloe's "thing". Her Aspie obsession. Her walls are covered in dog posters, her shelves are filled with dog books and DVD's, there are sketches of dogs coming out of everywhere and she knows all there is for a ten year old to know. She has been talking about opening a dog boarding kennel when she's grown for as long as I can remember. Recently I suggested she be a veterinary nurse so she could take care of them and she thought this was brilliant. She has such a caring nature and when it's something she wants to do, isn't afraid to get her hands dirty or put in a bit of hard work. Last night after her big day, she went off to a sleepover. At 5am I got a phone call from her asking me to pick her up because she had an earache. She's never come home from a sleepover in her life so it must have been bad. I think it was just all too much for her. I put her in bed with Noah (20 months) and I. This morning when Noah woke, he was delighted to find her there and cuddled up to her with his arm firmly around her neck. It was very sweet. Chloe woke up and said that she felt much better but has gone back to sleep where I think she will stay for some time. It's so lovely to see my children act in such a caring way towards each other and outsiders as well. I'm very proud of them.

Cuteness

I've just been laying next to Noah (20 months), listening to him chuckling in his sleep. It's such a great age. He keeps randomly picking up clothes (like my jeans) and towels and putting them around his head or neck. Sebastian is 3 this month. He is at a point where he is old enough for his speech to be clear but little enough that what he has to say is amazing and cute. A few weeks ago he stole a whole loaf of bread, piled it up in front of him and wouldn't let me touch it. Last week he sat next to me and while staring at his hands said "my little hands are cold. They're little...they're mine". Last night in the car he started to cry and said that he'd lost his eyebrow. It's sad to think that one day they'll all be big and there will be no more cuteness.