In the midst of the chaos that is my life as a mother, in the midst of frustration at my own flaws in dealing with it all, in the midst of the noise and the confusion and the messes (oh the messes I’ve cleaned), there are millions of moments of absolute perfection.
Noticing that everyone in the house is laughing. Tears in the eyes laughing. Doubled-over belly laughing.
Spotting cross-legged little girls in front of a random assortment of toys and hearing two little voices engaged in sisterly bonding.
Watching two toddler arms reaching up as “maaamaaa” is requested, feeling arms and legs wrap tightly around my torso. Preparing food with a heavy weight on my hip.
Perfect moments in my imperfect life.
Tuna boats with goldfish crackers are pretty darn fun.
Except that my daughters only ate the cheese! Tuna = Fail
The only picture I’ve taken of myself for a while.
Brooklyn’s been enjoying giving Sierra piggy back rides.
Sprouts has coconut milk now! Maybe they always had and I just wasn’t observant enough to notice, but either way I’m over the moon happy about it. As is Payson.
Weekly trips to the pizza parlor shouldn’t be a regular thing, should they? But, but I very much like pizza!
And so do these munchkins!
I’ve just run out of pictures so Sierra here will bid you farewell.