...I helped my wild-haired 2-year-old get some Band-Aids for imagined owies...
...I thought about combing her hair, but how could I do that to her when she's so happy?...
...I kept my 9-year-old and my 6-year-old from fighting over a gaggle of Little Pet Shops...
(See? They aren't fighting.)
I ate breakfast outside and staggered under the beauty of God's creation on a summer morning...
(I'm not trying to rub it in if you live in Hades right now, i.e. The South, but it's blue skies, bright sunshine, no humidity and 80 here in Minneapolis today.)
I had fun trying to take macro pictures of my husband's favorite yellow hibiscus...
...and I wrote this post while the baby napped and the girls painted and my son thrashed Darth Vader with his imaginary lightsaber.
This is my life. It varies from day-to-day, but not much.
I blog here because I need a place to connect with other writers, other Moms, other women who know what it's like to stay up until 1:00 AM because that is the only time during the day when they have a moment all to themselves.
And even as I typed that, I hear the baby starting to stir.
Time to head to the park and enjoy this gorgeous day.
Hopefully, I'll see you at the Blog Hop -- but probably not until 1:00 AM.
