Last night Clara had an especially bad, nightmarey, screamey, yelley, sort of a night. So this morning when she didn’t sleep until noon I was still tired when we got up. Tired and perhaps a little grumpy that the girl who kept me up all night was also the early riser of the day.

Without waking Ivy we quietly made our way downstairs and found an armchair in a patch of sunlight to sit in. Clara went into her snuggling pose. (Unlike most snugglers Clara cuddles up to your chest, nestles in with her heads, then picks up both arms and tucks them in between you.  Which is odd but endearing) So we sat in the sun while we woke up snuggling and every so often Clara would pop upright and give me a kiss on top of the head.

And all the screaming of the night was forgiven, forgotten and irrelevant just like that.