
I can't believe how hard it felt to manage my own 3 children all day. After the Dada takes Claire to school, Everett and I usually settle in for a game of "quiet vrumming" (his invention) or boom races (another of his ideas). Then we clean up from breakfast and prepare for dinner. Today, I gave Claire a job so my big boy could help make meatballs. He chopped and stirred and made tiny meatballs for his baby sister. And life was sweet again.
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it usually takes me even longer to realize the obvious...been there! raising these babies is a series of constant transition...blessed are the flexible right! xo
Nice meatballs, Evie! Love you all.
Oma
Glad you figured it out, and tell Ev those meatballs look awesome!
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