Mornings with the Boy

Little feet padding into our room.


Collection of teddies flung onto my chest.


Wiping teddy fur from out of my mouth.


Little Boy clambering over me.


Arranging teddies around himself.


Assigning a teddy each to Mama and Papa.


Reaching round to slide little arms round my neck.


"Want a hug, Mommy.." is softly whispered to me.


"Want to kiss you, Mommy.." follows.


The sweetest little lips find my mouth and lightly kiss me.


Kisses and cuddles and giggles.


Teddy kisses too.


Kiss Teddy's tail.


Papa gets a hug and a kiss planted on his face.


Little Boy gets up and runs to find a rugby ball in his room.


Comes running back and bounces back on to the bed.


"Lets scrum!", he hunkers down on the ball.


Launches himself into my chest.


"Come, Mommy, come, ...scrum!"


Catching my breath, rubbing my ribs where a little elbow has jabbed itself.


Papa becoming more conscious and starting to join in.


Papa teasing Boy.


Boy starting to protest, but still trying to hang on to the ball.


Legs in the air, tickling and giggles.


Teddies find themselves jammed up against the headboard or slipping off the edge of the bed.


Bed is getting hot and too much wrestling going on.


Screeching with fun.


Time for a shower.


"Mommy, I want a hug!" 


"And anudder one.."


Ok. I'm up.


A good start to anudder day.