Something went terribly wrong this afternoon, because not only did I have a healthy & delicious (if not entirely homemade) dinner on the table at 7pm when Dwayne gets home, but we had already done a homeschool lesson, watercolor painting, and the girls were bathed and pajamaed and the house was picked up. And, more is the miracle, we captured it on camera.
Now that I am reflecting on it, Wesley and I took a nap together this afternoon while the girls ransacked the upstairs. Then I had a doctor’s appointment, so I told the babysitter that the kids could have a snack and watch a video after their rooms and the living room were tidy. Then I left for an hour and a half. That was probably the real reason the evening was so easy—I may have had a white-knuckle drive, I may have had pages of paperwork about my entire health history to fill out, I may have had bits poked and prodded that generally just want to be left alone, but I had 90 minutes of kid-free time. How’s that for perspective?
Kyla made a smiley face out of her fruits and veggies—which she ate all up at dinner time. If this picture doesn’t momentarily make me feel like Mother Extraordinaire, nothing will. Kyla played the “I love you this much” game with me tonight at bedtime. Sigh.
It took Piper both shots to capture Wesley and I.
My photographer, my darling, my imp. My sweet, sweet scoundrel.
Good thing I finally got around to replacing some of those child-proofing locks this month. Can you see it? This is a picture of my heart beating. It no longer resides in my chest, but in my baby.
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