I post a lot about the mis-adventures of having 3 kids. I don't say enough about the nice things.
Like the fact that the ladies at the grocery store bakery look forward to Tuesday so they can give the toddler a cookie the size of her face (by the way, grocery shopping has become much less of a weekly dread).
The fact that every morning the toddler calls me and when I go get her, she grins and gives me a big snuggly hug.
The boy still thinks I'm the prettiest woman in the world (he really says so). He says he loves me the most and that I can actually feel his hugs releasing my neck-muscle tension.
The girl is so girly and talkative and wants to be involved in things that interest me. She wants to tell me about her friends. Maybe if I listen, she will want to keep talking when she's older?
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This morning after the girl was off to school, but before the toddler was up, the boy snuggled up in bed with the man and me, watching morning cartoons, just like his sister used to do years ago. It was so nice. I missed those days.
So there ya go, a totally sentimental post, no comedy at all. I must have PMS
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