Battle of time.

Day after day I promise myself I'll sit down to finish their baby books and catch up on all the important details of their "firsts" but, honestly, that day is so far out of reach it makes my heart ache.  

Mostly I ache because I carry 32 & 36 pound kids around, catching them as they throw themselves backwards or slowly pace around in circles while they rest on my shoulder.   They love it and I love them, this is our deal.     

Normally, I rush around, hurry them up, and give everything I can to make the day go as planned but today, while my husband was sick in bed, I stopped.  I listened.  I watched.   

Enjoy.