First things first: I love my boys unconditionally, but they are terrorists. Mason was helping me put away the dishes and I opened the "stuff" drawer to put away a spatula. I was greeted with a guitar. I thought it was so cute I had to take a picture. Meanwhile, while I am distracted, my kids get into the pantry and pour a box of Cheerios and 25lb bag of flour (only about 5lb of it) on the floor. I thought Mason's shirt was very fitting for the occasion. Also, Brennan is displaying his I'm-cute-so-even-though-I-just-trashed-the-house-you-can't-resist-me face. He uses that one a lot. Guess what? It works.
These boys completely run my life with chaos, and I love every second. They are teaching me to juggle keeping up with them with taking adequate time to make sure they know that they are individually loved. That has been the greatest challenge for me as a mother of two, individual time with each child. It was hard for me to accept that my second child cannot be as babied as the first. However, I see in their smiles and actions that they know they are my whole world. Knowing that they feel loved is a wonderful gift. I'm blessed with gratitude for their lives. I love every single one of their quarks, every single smile, every single hug and messy kiss, and every single moment.
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