My house is full of love cuddles and farts. I bought an extremely large lounge suite so we all could have our own space to relax in when we indulge in some mind numbing singalong movie which i know i will endure a few hundred times. Yet for some reason my babes will always end up sitting that close to me that my atoms begin to feel suffocated. This also includes my husband and cat.
As much as i wish i could have my own space, i love it as it shows me the most important thing in my family is having your time. Id rather give my time than give ipads or endless piles of toys.
Right now we are just chilling to seasme street before we emerge into the world as three beautiful baby butterflies and their caffeinated baffled snail of a mother.