Making memories and messes

Making memories and messes

So the boys have recently started really noticing movies.

The past few weeks I have watched Monsters Inc & Monsters University, Hotel Transylvania 1 & 2, and The Lorax so many times that I can, and embarrassingly do, quote them all.

Even as I write this I’m sitting on the couch pinned under a finally sleeping 12 week old while the two big-little boys are wrapped up in Monsters University.

I can’t begin to explain how grateful I am that Pixar and Disney like to throw in the occasional cheeky adult joke. I actually love the movies they watch on repeat but I feel like our family motto has become  ‘Blergh, blergh blergh’ from Hotel Transylvania. Even the one year old says it with enthusiasm. If the baby’s first words are ‘Mike Wazowski’ we have a problem.

When I was little I loved Disney movies. The little mermaid is my all-time favourite. I sing ‘Part of your world’ to my boys and before I had kids I sang it (and whatever other songs he requested) to hubby when we would make the 3 hour trip back home to visit family.

Everytime I watch something made by Disney or Pixar I am quickly brought back to my childhood. The days where I could lay on the couch and immerse myself in a world of genies and magic carpets are long behind me really, instead I get to watch the joy on my children’s faces when they see all of the magic for the very first time and live vicariously through them.

And it’s not just movies! Yesterday I watched them painting (themselves more than the paper) and the pure wonderment and excitement in their eyes just melted my heart.

I’m so lucky to be able to experience things in a whole new way through them. I can’t wait to see them experience their first day at school, their first hockey game (if they take after their daddy), their first date, the first time they drive a car and every other first that they encounter.

And I’ll be there to comfort them through their first broken bone, their first heartbreak, their first hangover.

One day I will do all of it, but for now I’ll sit with them and act surprised when Mr Waternoose turns out to be the bad guy, I’ll sing ‘Let it go’, I’ll let out a boisterous laugh when Gru pops the little boys balloon, I’ll cry when Mufasa dies and I’ll cheer when Buzz and Woody land safely in Andy’s car.

And when they paint on their belly instead of the canvas in front of them, I’ll get their back and giggle just as hard as they do.

It all came off in the bath! Totally worth it.

Today’s little wins:

Mumma: Didn’t lose it even once today! Huge win!

Biggest-Little: Realised he can stop me being cross if he gives me a kiss. Even a slight eye-brow crinkle and he came running for a smooch. Ridiculously cute.

Middle-Little: He has learnt a crazy amount of new words this weekend. He is just blowing me away!

Smallest-Little: Hit 12 weeks old and is just the happiest little fella.

6 thoughts on “Making memories and messes

  1. Boys, love em, hate em, can’t live without them (more so then their grown up version called dad) I love watching movies with my kids too but not when they ask to see Kung Fu Panda for the seventh time in a row. Speaking of Kung Fu Panda, No.3 is out sooon I can’t waaaiiitttt!


  2. The joy of those momories will carry you though when life gets tough and when allmis good they will still make you smile and when you realise how lucky you are to be a mum and have those memories you will be blessed with grandchildren and you can do it all again. So let there be mess!


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