So I think I can - occasionally - come across as being a little cynical, snide and sarcastic about motherhood, wifery and the whole business. And politics. I can get snide about politics.
(NO, Anna! Not YOU!)
It happens to be part of my nature. I'm not actually cynical or snide in real life, I don't think...it's just one of those things that sneaks up and leaks out in my telling of a story. I love my life. A really lot.
Here are a few reasons why:
Miles (who is afraid of the dark) and Chase (who isn't). Best daddy ever. Patient, loving, kind, firm. Not afraid to get in there and be the bad guy, especially if it means taking the heat off of me, which it usually does.
As a side note: The Big Guy turned 30 today. He's not one to appreciate a long-winded post about how amazing he is. But just know that he is. The world you have lived in for the last 30 years has been better just because he exists. And you probably didn't even know it was because of him. You're welcome.
Photo collages by Cameron.
Live-in Ninja Services. Jealous?
Miles' legs.
Sophie in a tutu while taking the babies for a spin.
This kid surviving a horrible asthma attack in the middle of the night and then spending the next day building blocks like a champ.
Sophie's weird desire to drink an entire cup of water 1/8 of a tsp. at a time, perched in her favorite spot - the middle of the table.
Here we are again the next day. Middle of the table and using small implements to drink a cup of water. And the pigtails. OHHHHHH, the piggies.
2 comments:
Piggies with bows. That girlie's got style.
An asthma attack? Really? No!
Sorry, too tired to think of anything in addition to that. But I didn't know about (or properly process) his asthma. Ick.
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