It's funny how in a matter of minutes I can go from feeling like my kids are the most wonderful things in the world to wondering why anyone ever describes children as sweet and innocent. I go from snuggling a sweet Everett to recovering from another Faye smack-in-the-face. I go from watching them adoringly as they participate in library storytime to the frustration of getting out of the library without tearing every book off the shelf. We go from playing/wrestling on the floor to everyone's crying and injured. I go from feeling confident in their progression to wondering if they will ever be truly kind to each other.
This mothering business is a crazy job! The wonderful thing is that they go to bed hours before I do. I can filter out the bad of the day and remember the good. I can pray that I will be a better, more loving mother tomorrow. I can sit and record their little lives in pictures and words and feel so blessed that I have three little people to love. They are good children after all.
(P.S. I do not scrapbook. But with a Groupon about to expire, I have been dedicating HOURS every day to making Faye's first year book on Mixbook. It's going to be awesome, but I cannot believe how many hours I am spending on this!! I feel like I haven't participated in real life for days. I think I can get it done by the end of the week. See you then, real-life people.)