What happened when... I tried Clubbercise

When I was a kid we had this thing called 'bedtime disco'. It did exactly what it said on the tin and my Mum would whack up the sound on the stereo (we had a hi-fi, cause we were cool), turn off the lights and we'd dance around like lunatics in an attempt to wear us out before bed.

Seriously, when I think of my those times, I want to award my Mummy a medal. It was the best.

With all those opportunities to dance you’d think I’d at least be good at it.

But alas. No. 

I was an ungainly, awkward child who couldn't work out how to get her arms to do one thing whilst her feet did something else. Like most things in life, I made up for a lack of skill with greater enthusiasm or by shrugging it off and pretending that I never wanted to be a great dancer anyway.

Co-ordination and I have never been bosom buddies.

Especially as said bosom grew, with a booty to match.

Ollie at 3

This morning, as I woke up, stretched and opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was your cheeky grin.

You laughed, snuggled in for a cuddle, and whispered "I love you so much Mummy".

And my heart melted into a big, gooey puddle.

This is you all over. Adorable, affectionate, funny, mischievous and cheeky. You love to cuddle as much as you love to play, you're sweet but naughty in equal parts, you're headstrong and independent.