Of the moment

My children have been playing nicely together for large portions of the morning. Frankly, I'm a bit confused about my role as parent here. What am I supposed to do? I looked in on them, and was told I could be the babysitter. Batman handed me an imaginary baby. I handed it back and went off to clean a toilet. It's all a bit strange.

Is this what other parents have? Is this what I have to look forward to as they get older? I don't know whether I should rush out and get a job or rush upstairs and get impregnated, stat.

Since we went away and came back, a couple of other things have changed. Some for better, some for worse.

Better: No more sippy cups. While we were away it became clear that Mabel is no more likely than Monkey, and possibly less, to spill an open cup. So the sippy cups are now mostly just for taking with us. If you're sitting at the table, you have an open (plastic) glass.

Worse: No more crusts, again. Before we left we'd just got to the point where Monkey would eat the sandwich and leave the crusts. Now he's demanding that I cut them off again. Bah.

I also seem to have worked my way through all the inspiration I had been harbouring, and have run out of posts written days before they would appear. It's back to seat-of-my-pants blogging. Woo hoo.

Not today's photo, as this is obviously Iron Man, not Batman.