The last frosty morning for a while. No more endless persuading for blowing-Dragon-breath Middle Son to get in the car. If only we could all go at a four year olds pace.
Oh children pace! I can't agree more. It's fascinating how they don't care about rush, timing, schedules... My little girls stare at me like..."we are coming, can't you see?". And I feel like a parrot and I hear myself saying the same exact words my mom used to say and I feel old. Yes, I'm a mom. I used to be on the other side of life. Was it that long ago? Gee...
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Oh children pace! I can't agree more. It's fascinating how they don't care about rush, timing, schedules... My little girls stare at me like..."we are coming, can't you see?". And I feel like a parrot and I hear myself saying the same exact words my mom used to say and I feel old. Yes, I'm a mom. I used to be on the other side of life. Was it that long ago? Gee...
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