Not alot of magic happening here last night. Our Missy lulled us into a false sense of sleeping confidence the night before. It was obviously a one-off, never to be repeated in the forseeable future, kind of event. Last night we were up, down, up, down all night long and awoke to find her hair plastered to her face because of all the SNOT that was pouring out her nose! At least we were up all night for good reason, that being that our littliest was sick.
Magic was happening in the Rooster's world though. He left his two favourite cars at the library this afternoon and an hour later they were where exactly where he left them. 
Had he put them down in the children's book area they would have been long gone. Instead, he left them on the chess board in the quiet reading section. The old folk reading the papers obviously had no interest in his cars (on closer inspection they would have noticed that these were collectors cars...yeah, der for bringing them out of the house, but you try arguing that point with a three and a half year old!).
Magical March is working in mysterious ways in our home. Hoping for some to be sprinkled on our slumbering children tonight.
No mess to clean up. Mouths to wipe. Children to shush. Not a babicino in sight. 
