My son...he told me that's what Football players do.
Brooklyn having a fit at the Outlet Mall...she decided walking was not for her and she was not going to do it anymore!
About a month ago I found a gray! Right in the spot where I part my hair. HORRIFIED does not begin to describe how I reacted to this discovery. Then I began to reflect and thought about my little tazmanians and realized gray is good. It means I have had the breath to be annoyed and stressed, the strength to get up every morning and love on these little people, and the energy to do it for the rest of my life. I can take some grays if it means that everyday I can wake up and say "Good morning Branson, Good morning Brooklyn...it's time to wake up" as I turn on the lights, rub their backs, and encourage them to start their day.
There is no greater love than the love you have for your children and hearing the name "Mommy". (though Brooklyn has been tinkering with the idea of calling me Mrs. Reeves)
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