Just a Day in Our Life

Sometimes, life comes clearly into focus. Like when my little ones giggle and I stop to giggle too.

When sisters try to kiss brothers. And brothers put up a mighty protest, even when Mom says something like, "It's just a little kiss." Oh, but honor is on the line. I realize as my finger presses the button. My boy is becoming a young man.

And I get this look. And the request "Please don't put that on the blog." Sorry, Ty.  I'll attempt to clear your dignity with this, you never let her kiss you. Although she got mighty close. :)

My sweet baby trying to figure out what all the fuss is about. And why  Mom-mom has the camera out for so long today. Ignore the fact that the one I'm still responsible for dressing is still in pajamas.

Like watching Becca try desperately to ignore me. She is so much like me. Give her a book and she is lost to the world. But that little grin....

Almost succeeding in refocusing....

Gotcha!

After lunch one is worn out.Her heavy body sagging against me as I read "Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nihm" to the oldest let me know she'd given in. The soft snoring punctuating my reading brought more giggles.

It really is the simple things. The things that matter. Not a single perfect picture in the bunch. The house is cluttered. We were still doing school when the school bus dropped the last kids off for the day. It didn't matter. There was joy. And giggles. And kisses. And most of all love.