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Our boys are 1 and 2.5 and have completely annihilated daddy at the nightly wrestling match #getsomegauze #linfightclub

We are watching Youtube clips of “The Wrath of Khan” eating pizzookie while the boys sleep. This is totally a date. #nerdsunite

At the splash pad today one little four year old girl was talking to another girl in the loud, unregulated vocal stylings that only children of that age can produce: “HEY, I NEED TO TELL YOU SOME-FING! …. I DON’T WANT TO TALK WITH YOU ANYMORE. *Big pause while the other girl processed it and put on a sad face.* BUT IF I FELT LIKE TALKING TO A FRIEND, I WOULD WANT TO TALK WITH YOU.” Dewdrops of wisdom right there, folks.

We often tell stories of strangers attempting to shame us or just say superior things to heal their insecurities. This is not one of those stories. This is a good story- gather round. As I was loading my two boys in the car from the grocery store, I strapped in the little one and a lady tapped me on the shoulder with her eyes wide. “I just caught your shopping cart… it was attempting to roll away with your first boy.” I expected the furrowed brow.- the judgement I was just going to have to blow off. Instead, her look softened and she smiled. “I’m a mom and a nanny. It’s the hardest job in the world. Can I give you a quick tip?” She had my attention. “Take the youngest one, put him in his seat unbuckled and shut the door. You can buckle him later. Then turn back quickly to the other one.” That’s all she said. And it was so simple. And as a mom of two little ones, I should have figured that out already- I felt a flush start creeping up my cheeks. But I told my insecurities to be quiet and accept this kind lady’s non-judgemental help. I smiled warmly. “Thank you. That actually is a great tip and I’m going to try that.” “You are doing a great job,” she said. And with that, we got in our cars to go about our day. Thank you dear lady for offering help to a very tired and scattered mother. For looking out for the safety of my little one. For helping me not repeat a mistake. For being sensitive and measured with your words. May I be humble enough to pass on the kindness and help in the future.

Not as gross as Marissa’s post but still yuck. The only reason I knew my 2 year old had pooped on the carpet is because I caught my one year old with poop on his feet. After he had tracked it all over the rug. #sendwine #sendchocolate Nope. Scratch the chocolate. Reminds me of…. you know.