I love my kids. I love my husband.
Mylo woke up this morning, waddled into our room in his “bag”—right over to my side of the bed—and said, “Mama, up?” His vocabulary is growing rapidly, and with it, his frustration level goes down.
Lola is 7 weeks old and sleeping through the night. From 8:30 until 5 a.m. She’s an absolute joy, and a total cuddlebug.
Chris is the most capable, loving and understanding husband I could ask for—he really is amazing.
We didn’t get the garden in the ground, not even close, but by the end of the day, we had a filthy boy, a sleepy girl and two happy parents. It’s a happy mother day.