Kids

We are the type of parents who shout at our children for spilling milk. I admit it.

We are the type of parents who don't like painting or doing play dough with our kids because its too messy. I admit it.

We are the type of parents who occasionally swear under our breaths because our kids are arguing again, and when telling them off for the 118th time, the only way to not drive them to a local beach and leave them there on their own is to use bad language. Quietly. I admit it.

However we are also the type of parents who love...I mean LOVE... to go out and do things with our kids.

I'm not a super mum. I know people look at me with 4 kids (who are actually very well behaved) and think I must never sit down or that I must be sneaking a tot of gin into my tea first thing in the morning. It's not the case. (About the gin or the sitting down. I sit down a lot). I shout, I get frustrated at the dirt and general state of untidiness, and I love nothing more than to sneak into another room and play candy crush while they're watching yet another episode of Postman pat or iCarly. (Gulp, now I've shattered all your illusions of me. I'll be shunned, outcast, banned from the country club. Ok I don't go to a country club but if I ever wanted to I'd be turned away with a clip round the ear.)

However, today we took our kids on a truly epic bike ride.

We raced, stopped lots for food and water, got filthy on the beach, and got sun kissed.

On Saturday we took them to London for no reason other than we could. And it's cool.

We saw the Crown Jewels (and nearly got trampled in the process), watched the guards at Buckingham Palace (got drenched in a hail storm in the process), and stayed at the Science Museum until we got kicked out (nothing really happened in the process here.)

We do this kind of stuff a lot.

And it's not so we can be congratulated and praised for being excellent parents but because we enjoy spending time with our kids. It's totally awesome and at times we learn stuff from them too. (Like when to say "sick" - apparently its not for feeling ill but for appreciating the worth of something. Who knew?)

I know my failings but I also know my awesomeness. (Not blowing smoke. Just the way it is).

Special human...

I've always thought of myself as something special if I'm honest. I've always had a knack for being nice. I can make my eyes shake really fast. I can watch hours of tv and not get up, even if I need a wee. I can eat 5 donuts in a row and not even be sick. (Well actually I don't think I've ever tried but I'm sure I could. I know I could. I really like donuts...)

It turns out I'm nothing 

spectacular...haven't got bundles in the brain department, not that great with my hands, and seems I haven't got what it takes to be an Olympic javelinist. Javelin thrower. Javelinda. (Really don't even know what that word should be).

And if we're not the unique person we thought we would be, then we think our kids DEFINITELY will be. When our oldest was born we would often joke "he's so advanced for his age!" In fact he wasn't, and every other 8 month old was sitting up and smiling too. Big deal.

I'm pretty sure that my kids are special though. The oldest is going to be a rocket scientist, the second, a musician in a philharmonic orchestra, the third will be some kind of doctor (brain, heart...whatevs), and the fourth, the girly....well I haven't decided yet but she may well take over the family business and be technical like her father and know a lot about the PC mac computer interweb thing. 

The thing is (and here's where I get all emo on you, the soppy bit...get your buckets, you're going to want to hurl...), we ARE all unique and special and sometimes it blows me away. No-one has the same finger print as me. No-one shares my DNA. (I believe it's special, probably pink and sparkly.) No-one looks exactly like me, has the same annoying, nasally voice that I have, shares the same love that I have for bunting (ok, they probably do, but I REALLY love it). That's amazing, that God (and I believe in him completely) had the creativity to make billions of people exactly different and individual. No recycling of fingerprints here and there. I love that. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. And because of that, here's a picture of my eye. Take care, special human x