I wish I could say these never ending holed up Winter afternoons looked more like this:
smiley, happy baby.
Smiley, happy preschooler.
Folded hands
and (CHUBBY!) still little baby feet.
But in reality, the noise is deafening. There's a lot less quiet time and way more "Crawl under me! I'm a bridge!"
A LOT more Dutch shaped blurs whizzing past.
And this. Always this face. By 4:00, this is the face staring back at me. "What can I do mama??" all pent up energy and few places to spend it.
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