I waved from the front door as my hubby Dean, then 29, and daughter, Katie, four, set off for dance class.
‘Have fun, sweetheart,’ I called.
Our little ones, Liam, two, and Ashley, 11 months, had just finished brekkie in the kitchen. ‘You two need a bath!’ I said.
It was four days before Ashley’s first birthday, and she’d taken her first steps across the living room just the day before.
Filling the tub with warm water up to their belly buttons, I sat the kids in along with some toys.
