Caring human๐Ÿ’™

Imagine this.

A room full of toddlers. Playing with toys, having trouble sharing, laughing, and talking to each other.

A very little human pushes out the cutest sneeze ever. “Aaahhchuuuu!” 

I waited to see what these toddlers did.

They stopped what they were doing. They looked right at this tiny human who makes funny noises. Then they went right back to playing. Except not one little boy. This boy said, “God Bless You! Are you okay?” Then he proceeded to rub her back.

I smiled ear to ear. That was my 2 year old son. I was so proud of his manners! Sometimes it’s hard to know if what we teach them actually sticks. This small scenario is proof it does. Our actions, our habits, our manners are what shapes our kids. I want my child to be a caring human.โ™ก


Goodnight moon.๐ŸŒ™

My day starts with my special alarm. A custom made alarm. His name is Gavin and he is the early bird of the family. 5:30 am on the dot since the day he was born. His face is usually lingering over mine with baby drool to help the wake process.

After chasing babies, changing diapers, cooking, cleaning, more diapers, more cleaning,…I am just exhausted. I can see bedtime is at the horizon. That’s a celebration. Like new year’s eve. I should count down with glasses of wine with each number. 

The time has come. The time where I can finally relax. Bedtime.
Do my eyes deceive me? My 2 tazmanian devils’ eyes are closed? 

I’m ready to close my eyes. I’m ready for a goodnight sleep. Then I think to myself, “Oh, wait. I forgot to post on my blog today.” Here I am writing about the sleep I wish I was doing. With my eyes half closed and my brain shutting down a little more as each word hits the screen.

So with that I say goodni….. ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ’ค