I was going to finish the Clarkive about a band today… part 1 is over on the sidebar. But I can’t find the document I was typing it all up on, and I’m too brain-fried to try to remember anything in chronological order today. So, another day.
Brynn is 22 months and Toby is 35 months. For the men out there who request that in man-speak, they are almost 2 and almost 3. In mom-speak, they are just cute enough to keep me from taking off in the snow on foot to a faraway location.
All those years after the twins, when we wanted a baby and were praying and doing all the bedrest and the prayer and the (legal) drugs and the waiting…. I hated it when people griped about their kids. It seemed so ungrateful and didn’t they know that some of us would give anything to get puked on… I understand a little better now. Parenting is the most joyful, frustrating, wonderful, exciting, disgusting, challenging job in the world.
I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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