After the weekend's birthday festivities, we were all pretty exhausted. Brydon had to work for a couple hours in the morning, so the kids and I totally vegged, basking in doing absolutely nothing. I was still in snap happy mode, so I captured a few shots of my exhausted babies after all the excitement.
Love these quiet times at home- squishy bare bums, snuggles, plastic high-heels, a grocery cart, and a handful of hot pink balloons. Amongst the lazing around, Morgan looks at me and thoughtfully says, "Mommy, when I get bigger, I'm going to be a cowboy and have a beauty mark on my tummy just like you." This is why I love being a mommy. My ears are often graced with such awesome aspirations.
Age 2 was kind of hard, having another wee one and balancing it all, never mind bouts of terrible 2's. Its a strangely comical and insanely dramatic time, that either makes you laugh out loud, cry as you slog through it or captures your breath because you are so overwhelmed with uncontainable love. Just because I loved it (most days) doesn't mean it was easy. Hello three!!! Nice to see you. Friend or foe, happy to be sharing our life with such a special little girl.
Night, night. xo
