I live with a 6 year old firecracker, a son who has turned me into a walking anxiety attack with his daily antics, and our newest baby boy. I had no idea the single most important characteristic of a mother was a sense of humor.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Only at my house would the timing work out for Liv to open a drawer the same second I flip my head over to blow dry my hair. I must have killed somebody in a past life, and my children are my karma.