I am first a girlmama. I am better at crafts than I am at wrestling. I love cozy spots and snuggies and pink. I learned how to be a mom with a girl. Taking walks with her each day and baking with her standing on chair so she could reach the mixer.
Then came Everett and my heart opened up to the crazy fun of a boy. I wrestle with him. I push him down, I laugh when he calls me Stinky.Yesterday, Nate came home and I showed him a bloodly lip (mine) caused by my son. Nate asked Everett if he had been wrestling with his mom. Ev's response, "No. Just being me."