I mostly post pictures of my kids and family -- things that I want to document, that I don't want to forget. And I have thought for a while now that it would be more easier to recall if o posted those things to a blog -- even if they were little Facebook sized posts. Truth is, I like the likes. I'm *that* girl. But I'm going to try to break away from social media (is this blog considered social media?) and tell our story here so that maybe I can print it out -- in the distant future when I have time to do anything that is not on my iPhone while I'm nursing the baby.
I let CC sleep with me last night and Graham always ends up in the bed with me (I'm a lazy breast-feeding mama), so I woke up to her talking to him.
Not much later, Henry started calling from his bed. As I was feeding the baby,y big, sweet, helpful 7 yr old went to him. I could hear her through the monitor making voices for his stuffed animals, "I'm Teddy P and I want to go see mama. I'm Brett Keisel. Yeah, I want to see mom."
So my morning before Thanksgiving looked like this: