Juggling Monkeys

The other day I had an epiphany.

Robbie cut himself while playing with a knife. A knife I had just told him to put away because it was very sharp and he should never play with it. Only, according to him he was not playing with it at all but just “running my thumb over it”.

Some day we’ll need to discuss the definition of playing with knives.

A few minutes later Layla learned how to climb on to a kitchen chair by herself. She already knew how to get from a chair to the table so once this piece fell into place she was on the table hanging from the chandelier in mere moments.

That’s when I had my epiphany. I don’t blog anymore because I have one kid playing with knives while the other is swinging from a chandelier.

This “two kid” thing is kicking my butt, I won’t lie.

All he wants for Christmas is his two front teeth – but it looks like one is halfway here.

 

Only a special man can ride his wife’s beach cruiser – complete with baby girl in her iBert – and still look this masculine.

 

Her nickname is Goose and her affinity for eating rocks is only part of the reason.

 

Back in May, Layla turned a year old.

 

Once in a while she tolerates a picture with me…but only for a moment and only if I’m not wearing makeup and have, in fact, been working in the yard.

One thought on “Juggling Monkeys”

  1. Love. I miss you blogging. I am lucky that I get to talk to you regardless. Your hair looks absolutely lovely. Love that color on you. Stunning photo that last one. Heart.

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