When the cherubs were first born and Jacob was about 10 or 12, I would get really stressed out. A lot. Jacob would do this thing where he’d flap his hands and follow me around whispering, “so stressful.” I wanted to kill him. I think I deserve a medal for not.
Buuuut. . .
When I saw this picture, I wanted to do it to Jack.
I guess it all must have seemed pretty silly to Jacob at the time. One day it was just us, the next its a circus of babies, and everybody’s so uptight.
I’ll try to remember that.
Isn’t it amazing what a little perspective can do?
I have to admit that I am stressed at the thought of adding a baby to a mix of 11 and 8 year old boys. Circus, indeed.
I love that photo.
The real perspective will come to Jacob, when HE’S pacing in his OWN house, with his OWN children-induced chaos.
uhhh…..of course, that’s YEARS and YEARS down the road….really…..stop looking a me that way!
*running scared*