I love these moments. Then sometimes they’re annoying. Other times adorable and endearing, funny, and cute. Sometimes “extra”.
It’s the simple things☺.
The way my son, Jowell sticks his dirty feet under my shirt and props them up on my back.
How my daughter, Sanai asks me random questions she already knows the answers to. And how my baby girl, Jewel climbs into my lap to lay then suddenly swings her legs and feet WHEREVER my face is😂.
The simple things.
My son mastered how to torment his oldest sister before he reached two… terrible two😜. Now four years old, he’s a happy lil’ veteran. She? NOT so happy lol. Oh and when ” twin power” kicks in I have to put on my “no game face” and gear up (mentally) to calm the full out slaughter storm of screams, slaps and “Mooooooooooooom!” , that is bound to happen. The simple things.
I’m sure it’s much more fun to watch than participate. But I’m more often stuck with the latter:roll:. They’re so cute and funny. Ok no. They’re downright NUTS!
And I love every bit of them and all that makes them. 🙂
The truth of the matter is it’s MY mood that determines how I embrace the tender actions of my babies. No matter what, I’d take theirs over an adult’s any day lol!
I wonder what they would say of ME ;).
*’Til next time, folks*