Worth Every Cent

Thank you, Mr. Crayola,

for giving me a few more minutes with Mr. Gmail.

Simple Pleasures

The boys are dressed and ready for the day.
They are playing nicely.
I hop in the shower.

I'm almost finished, when I hear them yelling. I think,
"Can't I have 5 minutes without them getting at each other...?"

I am wrong though. It's not a fight, but sheer delight.

Am I the only one who yells
"why are you NAKED?!" 
several times a week?

Suckerpunch

Fact: My baby is 7 months old.

Fact: My baby senses me outside his door--even in the middle of the night, after he's been asleep for hours next to a sound machine and a heater.

Fact: My baby just woke up and cried until I finally fed him at 4am.


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Fact: My baby is "technically old enough to sleep through the night."

Fact: My baby was not too cold or too hot, and did not have a blanket on his face.

Fact: I am a wuss.

And I Never Thought Prunes Were Desirable...

Four in the afternoon

Four in the afternoon

Back from a break

Some phone calls to make

He whistles his working tune

Four in the afternoon

Four in the afternoon

Three boys still calm

All soothed by snacks' balm

This moment will end too soon

Four in the afternoon

Four in the afternoon

My time is here

But I'll reappear

Sadly, before I can prune