A blog about finding adventure in your own back yard, even if it isn't in Paris.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
This evening I was reading a story to my darlings as they were perched on my lap. The eldest was trying to get comfortable on one leg, complaining that it was too soft, while the baby, on my other leg, was pushing the open book with her feet and covering the words as I was trying to read them. Then the other one grabbed the baby's legs, and was moving around again trying to get comfortable on mama's 'soft and squishy' leg. I can't imagine life any other way - squishy mama bathing them, reading to them and putting them to bed (with skinny dad).
How frazzled I feel. I'm a frumpy Grump and tired. And soft in the middle. But I enjoy every tired moment reading to my two peanuts. Mom-hood is such a wonderful thing.