Seriously guys, we’re overwhelmed by your enthusiasm, creativity, courage and love. We had a blast scrolling through your photo’s, each one with it’s own freshness. And to be honest, we didn’t expect you to join us (although we knew if you would you’d be ecstatic about it). But when one crazypants starts, the rest will follow, that’s for sure.
Since the day she could talk it’s mama this mama that, all day and every day. She loves B, but she somehow needs me more, or maybe it’s just a different way of parent child bonding.
I love her, more than anyone else, however at some point she and her mama mania drive me crazy. Mad crazy and guilt crazy, if you know what I mean. The ultimate saviours when I find myself locked up in the toilet with a toddler yanking at the door is leaving the house and sniff some fresh air. Even if she’s screaming her insides out and knocking herself against the floor. A hell lot better when B is home. I mean, what’s superior to having someone around who knows how hard the phase you’re in can be?
Rush hour or better: rush life. Sounds familiar? I guess I’m not the only one running from one place to another, while planning the rest of the day, the groceries or the weekend. Go with the flow. And that’s ok I guess, it’s called ‘life as you know it’. But it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more present right? Which reminds me of my train adventure the other day.