From the mouth of Phoebe...

On World Cup Final Sunday, we hosted something of a party. Well, it was an excuse to watch the game and drink Wine really - but Edwina bought a cake, so I’m going to call it a party. Ginny nad Andy (Dave's parents) were staying with us and we were joined by our favourites, the Jamieson Family. As always, the irrepressible Emily (4) and Phoebe (3) were the stars of the day. The girls are an absolute joy to have around, always such fun, always happy and positive. Well-mannered enough to amuse themselves during the adult tea time, energetic enough to tire out Dave. And so sweet - during the ‘Bouncing on the Bed’ game Emily pointed at my stomach and told Phoebe there was a little baby in there, which stopped the game momentarily as Phoebe stared and touched my tummy as if trying to believe it.

Of the many games and humorous things that the girls did that day, my personal favourite was‘Run and Jump on the Beanbag whilst Yelling Game’ Which, as you can imagine, involved counting to three, then yelling ‘GOOOOOOOOO’ whilst running 5 metres and flinging yourself at the beanbag. The timing and location of this game was impeccable. Not only was it held in front of all the adults – in between the couches and the television -, but it took place for the entire duration of the penalty kick-out. All number of tactics could not persuade them to play the game elsewhere, to do it quieter, or to wait for ten minutes. It probably didn’t help that each time they did it, Dave and I were unable to stifle our giggles, thus reinforcing what good fun we were all having.

In fact, it was such a brilliant game that even after the Penalty Shoot-out, and most of the adults had left the room, many more rounds were played. At this point, I attempted to bring the volume of the game down again, by daring them to do is as quietly as possible. It was at this point that Phoebe stopped running, turned towards me, and became very, very serious. I freaked out a little bit that I had upset her and said that it was not a big deal, that noisy was good. This would not move her from staring at me, frown on her face.

And then she whispered ‘Is your baby sleeping?’

Too cute.