rainy day

had a home day today, with the boys. No school due to nasty weather and coughs. Now, usually, this would spell chaos, as fin and willow always end up fighting at some stage, especially when cooped up in the house, but for some reason, today was different. No fights, no screaming. They even managed a bit of crafting together, a bit of dinosaur doco-viewing, and a bit of lego. It was the little one who was a ratbag, although I did manage to put him to sleep with the soothing sounds of the vacuum cleaner. Apparently, he likes it, so there's no more excuses for not vaccuuming now. He slept long enough for me to finish this order, which has been hanging around for a while.
I'm still getting used to the idea of having three children. Sometimes I forget, and then it's like, "oh, there's three of them, where did they all come from?" and it has occurred to me that it's easier to misplace one, the more you have. It was easy with two, we had one each, but now I'm finding that I have to be more on my toes. The other day, we caught up with some friends at the local oval, where the kids could run off some energy after school, and after chatting to the other mums for a little while, I realised that willow was missing (if anyone is going to go missing, it will be willow). After a few brief moments of panic, I caught sight of his sunny little face in the middle of a tree some distance away. Mental note: don't rely on small children to hang around listening to intriguing adult conversation when there are trees to be climbed.