Why oh why does Boy Terror insist on getting up twice a night to visit me? Am I really that fun at 2 am? I don't think so! I know that at one time, many moons ago, 2 am was just the start of the fun part of the day for me. But those days are long gone. Now I am swathed in flannel, my hair looks like a rats nest, and I am certainly not glowing with friendliness. Yet he persists in checking on me to see if I am still aware of his cuteness, even though I can barely see straight.
1 comment:
I wish mine were stilll little ones.Enjoy the baby-toddler years while you can.You sound like a really great Mom.
Take Care,
T.
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