Graham woke up from his nap grumpy.
I was feeding the babies and he tried to burp Sadie's tummy, not her back.
Graham started screaming. I don't know why.
Max started screaming (he's having problems pooping).
I make 3 trips to bring the babies, their bouncers, the blanket, the camera, and bubbles outside.
It's still really hot outside.
We are all sweating.
I start blowing bubbles and they get all over the blanket.
Graham blows bubbles and they get all over all of us.
No biggie because none of us have showered today.
I take a few pictures.
Graham shakes Sadie's bouncer then tries to sit on Max.
Graham sees his Papo on a tractor across the field and starts running towards him.
Do I chase his or leave the babies?
Max starts screaming.
I'm not trying to be negative here but I think we do a disservice to ourselves and others to try and act like everything is perfect. We don't need to go around complaining about everything, that's annoying, but let's stop pretending because when we do we put pressure on others and ourselves to obtain this certain level of perfection that doesn't exist. We can still be happy when things aren't perfect. And what a great thing to teach our kids.
Alright, I'm getting off my soapbox now.
I used seventies and homeland.