Chores and errands seem like shoveling while it is snowing when you have littles. Put them in, buckle them up. “Don’t touch that, it’s yucky!” Fighting, crying, whining. “I had just folded those!!!” Unbuckle them, take them out. “No, we can’t get that. I know you want it, but you want everything.” Snacks, sippy
He cried and I am a sucker. I go back into his room and pick him up. His arms pull me in to him and he lays his head on my shoulder. His sobs stop immediately. I sit down on the rocking chair with him and listen to his breaths slow. His body is warm
The Impossible: We got out the door without one. single. fight between mom and dad. It was as if the universe aligned and threw us the most perfect curve ball. We are usually all grenades and HIIT combat kicks over here when we are trying to leave for a trip. By the time we are in
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