Two under three.

Are we crazy? Yeah. Are we sleep deprived? Yeah. Would we change it for the world? Not a chance.

Sienna, two and a half years old and already a little diva. Wonder where she got that from? She’s getting smarter and sassier every day. Sienna was an easy baby. She had a good routine, slept almost all the way through the night, napped like it was her profession.

Theo, not so much. Our baby boy, three months old, he’s colicky and by god does he have a strong set of lungs whenever you dare to put him down in the bouncer. But even at 3am when he’s up for a bottle all he has to do is show us that little gummy smile and nothing else matters.

A break from touring has brought a different kind of madness. Our days are filled with princess tea parties, guessing which vegetables are public enemy number one, the odd tantrum and a whole lot of love while we watch Sienna and Theo grow.

Theo’s not having a great time right now, fussy and crying, certainly testing out his lungs. I’m making dinner as you cuddle him close, walking back and forth around the living room and kitchen trying to settle him. He’s been fed and changed, and now we know there’s nothing actually wrong with him other than wanting a cuddle.

Two years ago we’d have been on the phone to my mum panicking and almost crying ourselves wondering what we were doing wrong, but now we know it’s colic and he just needs comfort.

As I’m cutting up the vegetables, hopefully carrots are a safe bet today, Sienna comes into the kitchen, teary and crying herself.

“Hey, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” I ask worriedly, wiping my hands on a dish towel as I kneel down to her level.

“I just want to watch da Wiggles,” she cries, flopping dramatically into my arms.

Such a little drama queen.

I catch your eye over her shoulder biting back a smile as she clings to me like a little curly haired koala. “Oh, darling. Is Theo being too loud?”

“So loud,” she agrees, wiping her face on my t-shirt.

“Why don’t you get the iPad and get all snuggled up in mummy and daddy’s bed and watch the wiggles there?” You offer, gently bouncing Theo as his cries ease off a little.

“Yes, please!” She replies excitedly, tears long forgotten as she runs off to grab the iPad.

She’s been great with Theo since we became a family of four, but it’s understandable she would get overstimulated when he cries and all she wants is her pre-dinner relaxation.

I help her up the stairs and get her settled in the middle of our bed. She looks like a tiny little diva surrounded by pillows, iPad propped up in front of her with her pink sparkly water bottle and some left over pink glitter on her face from playing princesses this morning.

I set the baby monitor up on the bedside table and let it double as a walkie talkie and let her relax with some peace and quiet after a such a stressful day being two and a half.

“She okay?” Is the first thing you ask when I get back down to the kitchen, putting the other half of the baby monitor down on the counter.

Theo’s quietened down, happily cuddled into your chest as his tiny little fist grips your top as if you’ll vanish if he lets go.

“Course she is,” I reassure, brushing a stray hair off your face, “sat up there like the queen of the castle. You know she likes her daily dose of The Wiggles before dinner.”