A reenactment of what happened yesterday.
Ivy leaned against my shoulder and I could tell she was sleepy. I asked if she wanted to take her nap?
Yeah. But I don't want na-nip (to nurse).
And she crawled over to her pillow and laid down.
do I then tell you how Gray thinks Christmas is also Santa's birthday?
or how Carter says that Santa only knows everything because God tells him- God created him to give gifts to everyone on Christmas.
or how I spoke too harshly to them the other day, and was judgmental of a friend, thought not-nice things, was selfish, how I haven't showered since...
how I can't remember when?
how I'm nursing Ivy right now, in the morning, when I said I wouldn't.
we can all pretend we have it all figured out, but we really never do.