I was browsing old photos, remembering the joys of having babies. The chubby wrinkles, the giggles, the soft skin…then I saw all those messes. Not surprisingly, the messes got substantially worse and more frequent after Lucy was born, when David was 20 months and Lizzie 3 years old. That was a fun year. I think I am finally moving past that oh-so-fun stage of “my-kids-are-as-bad-as-tornadoes.” I haven’t had a photographic moment in a few months.
And I had a pretty hard time naming this post.
I thought of – “This is why I know I am done having babies”
or “3 kids in 4 years is no joke”
or even “How many of these can you relate to?”
But I went with “this will make you feel better about yourself” cause it should. I wonder how many moms have the sheer volume of embarrassing photos that I do. Please, laugh with me. It makes me feel like these are not a poor reflection of my abilities, but more a hilarious reflection of the chaos that so many tiny ones all at once will inevitably bring.
Now, you know I have to end this on a happy note. Here is my kitchen, today. While the kids are asleep. Or standing outside so I can take a picture and remember it like this. Just like this.