Recently, there have been a few devastating articles in the news. The body of a three-year old found in a river, an 18 month old died in a house fire, a toddler that fell out of a fourth story window. Needless to say, not happy stories. Reading/hearing stories like that make me hug my kids a little tighter and be so thankful for them. A book (fictional, but still) I was reading had a woman in it who lost her husband and two children in a drunk driving accident and she mentions how her counter is clean and it never used to be that way. It reminds me that the mess all over my house means there are happy, healthy children to mess it up! I’ve decided that I would way rather have a loud, messy house than the clean quiet one that does not have happy, playing children. I will try to remember this the next time Chloe and Jacob’s shenanigans make me wonder what on earth could be going on in their heads or that pile of laundry looks like there must be a large civilization buried underneath it.
Playing with mommys phone
Bubble Wrap is fun!
