Worst Part of the Day - A wee bit chilly for mama to be outside - I'm in fleeces upon fleeces and my boyz are running about in long sleeve shirts and shorts. Wes is hot blooded, check it and see, sweats like a grown man and he's only three. And Quinn just heads inside to warm up from time to time. But I wish to craft and read books inside .... this never seems to work for my high energy males.
Best Part of the Day - The day is done and both boyz are bathed and in bed. I hear the pitter patter of one child on the stairs. I hear him head into the kitchen and then a face (Quinn) pops into the office. He comes over with his water bottle in hand, kisses me and says "goodnight!" Then he skips upstairs. No yelling for me to get the water bottle, no whining that he doesn't know where it is, and a goodnight kiss to boot - parenting moment to savor.
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