Thursday, April 25, 2013

It's humbling

This parenting thing. Very humbling.

Because sometimes your baby's spit-up runs right down your shirt.

Because I couldn't remember Adele's name last night when asked for a solid five seconds. (Name? She has a name?) least the person who asked was gracious enough to write it off to exhaustion - though I didn't actually feel tired.

Because sometimes Hattie attempts to drink from a much too large cup and ends up soaked, and the baby wails, and after mopping up all the water the baby spits-up down your shirt (again) before you can even get the wet clothes off Hattie.

But these moments of calamity usually just make me laugh - after all is resolved, of course - because, well, what's the point if we can't laugh about our thoroughly imperfect life?
Don't let your pride get in the way of being able to enjoy life.

A merry heart doeth good like medicine.

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