a portrait of my children

20/365

It was a rough morning.  I am only one mother against four eye teeth after all.  I don’t really stand a chance.  He wanted pancakes for breakfast but we didn’t have pancakes nor did we have the ingredients to make them.  That was the straw that broke the camels back for him.  He cried and cried.  I cried.  Daddy looked like he might cry.  Then Daddy, who has been well and truly out of coffee for several days, suggest we go to the Goanna Bakery for coffee and a muffin.  Xavier perked up immediately.

He’s a bit of a baby chino (I never know how to spell that exactly) connoisseur, our Xavier is.  He likes the baby chinos (or baby coffee as he prefers to call it) at Goanna because they are generous with foam, usually draw a smily face with chocolate on top, no marshmallows in his drink (or maybe that Mummy’s preference) and they serve it in a real china tea cup.  Not paper cups for this boy!  He sips his ‘coffee’ and says mmm mmm and carries on small talk, just like a regular little adult.  

Oh, and he did have a shirt on.  I promise he isn’t at coffee in his undies.  I was just trying to save the shirt from getting foamed with milk before we went to church.

80/365

Dear Eva,

I love you so much, and you’re so adorable. I have a few regular greetings for you that are listed below (and you should know your brother calls you these too because he’s a good parrot):

Hello Beautiful
Hello Gorgeous
Hey Girly
Hi Pretty Girl
Hi Precious

And you melt my heart with your ear-to-ear grin and I look forward to taking you on many daddy dates.  I will set the precedent for every boy to come.  I love you so much!

Love Daddy