This is the last child-safety plug in our house. I didn’t even realize we still had any until I set up the Aerobed in the basement for Max over the holiday weekend.
Today, Amy talked about how having an overloaded laundry basket was way worth it to have her daughter home for the holiday. I can’t imagine those days. (And I can’t imagine not hating laundry, either.)
I’m still walking past the bin of Brio trains wondering when the boys stopped playing with them. I still get excited when they start a Lego project together.
I love the kids big. Well, big is a relative term, I know.
I love them bigger. They’re interesting and fun and great to talk to. But I miss having my little cuddle bunnies.
And, aside from Reed on occasion, it’s really weird that I no longer have to worry about anyone putting his fingers or metal objects in the sockets.