Just like every morning, Aiden was up at the crack of dawn. Normally I like to be up before him, get a few things done before mommy-hood demands all my attention. This morning it was storming outside; and my 4 year old climbed in bed to snuggle. From the depths of his toddler brain (I… Continue reading Big Brother
Aiden sat on his bed, his chest heaving in and out, tears streaming down his face. "Aiden, do you know why you're in trouble?" I asked him, sitting on the edge of the bed. His chubby hands, in fists, rubbed his eyes, then wiped the tears off his baby soft cheeks. "Yes, because I yelled… Continue reading “Mama Mia”
Our bedroom door slams open, and a whinny voice enters. "Mommy...I need help! I just can't do it." My eyes open ever so slightly. The bedroom is still dark. Groggy from sleep I can barely make out the clock on the side of the bed. Purchased with large big red numbers for this very reason.… Continue reading “Quarentoddlers”
Just another day in the life of all my craziness. An example of making each and every day count... even those bad ones.