Not sure whether is the title misleading but many times, I felt parenting is an irony of life. The boys could really drove me up the wall quite often yet they were the ones who also cracked me up with their silliness, and even at times mature reasoning that would make you "jaw-dropped" like "were they children or adult?" or "Adult's brain in a small body?".
Just the other day, when I was taking care of the 2nd one, he was lying down on the sofa while I was sitting besides him watching a show together on TV. He noticed I took my handphone so he figured it was time for me to blog. And he said this.
"Mummy, you can take a photo of me and write about me on Steemit, that I am a good boy, I try my best to eat, up to you."
I was dumbfounded not for the negative but how thoughtful he was.
So he let me took photos of him to be posted here.
Then another day, the boys noticed I was tired so they came up with this. No wonder I heard them whispering in the room as though they had a big plan coming.
"Cutie cats to the rescue to cheer mummy up!"
How adorable are they!
No wonder I always tell them that I do not need any more presents for my birthday or Christmas because God has given two most bestest of the bestest presents in the world — not wrapped by present paper but by blood and nerve, my womb.
Amidst all the challenges, I am proud to be their mom.
