We appear to have reached a stage in family life where civillity and siblings no longer mix. So after a particularly challenging morning a couple of weeks ago, I dragged my lovely children out to the local nature reserve, with a picnic and some pond dipping nets.
After a very shaky start (I might have threatened to leave them both by the side of the road at one stage), we had a fantastic afternoon, bird watching and pond dipping. And miraculously we all managed to get back home in one piece. There was even the sound of laughter heard.
I'm determined to drum it in to the girls that even if they don't want to spend time together, they have to respect eachother. Which is a bit of an uphill battle at times.
Today though, I overheard them in their room, discussing the fact that they would always be together, so I'm hoping that we're on the right path. And in the meantime, thank god for nature reserves and picnics and newts.