I like to write about my days so that I will never forget them and so my kids can look back on my reflections and see why I have so many gray hairs but also why I tear up when the house is all quiet when they have moved on with their own lives as adults.
Since my kiddos have arrived on the scene, my house is rarely quiet. In fact, sometimes I dream of kicking everyone out for a few hours so I have some quiet time. However, when that does happen, it's too quiet. I'm used to the constant noise and activity. Not to say that it doesn't tire me out or frustrate me, but it's normal to me. That's also why I can ignore my child when he's whining and the baby's crying while I'm trying to get dinner done. That's also why I don't hear the dogs whining and barking at times. I simply tune them out and go to my own happy place where it's quiet!
A few weeks ago we enjoyed some time outside after church. Baby M is now the driver of the red car that B used to like so much. So...the story? I've displayed the story in pictures. This is my typical day, except think of it through my eyes and consider how many times I must correct B and what actions have to be tamed indoors. Then throw in Sissy and see if you can guess how many things I had to correct during these pictures! And this is just an hour....
That morning....
B climbed on top of the red car for a ride on the roof...
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