I'm not going to pretend. Today started rough. Rough and early. All 3 boys at Nolan's checkup at 8am? And they wanted us there at 7:45? Psh. We were there at 7:56 and I was thrilled. Three boys, two with hack coughs, and one in a hitting/kicking phase...the office suddenly felt very small.
Then after a breakfast picnic,
(The happy part of the morning! I was thinking "yeah, we've got this day back!") there was an oldest child who thought he could slide down a wet slide on his feet. Meltdown. His on the outside and taking anyone in it's path...and mine boiling on the inside.
But after we got home, settled in, play-doughed it up... I found this:
And I have to smile. Emergency landing! Boys. Aren't they just the best? When I find myself thinking "why am I repeating myself over and over?"... I am forced to pause and admit, "Oh wait, you're 4 and 2."
Thank you Lord for a wipe box surprise today...
And also thank the Lord for this 6 month, tall and skinny, joy bucket.
Because 95 height percentile was no surprise at all.
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