Tethered

You're there and you look GREAT. And yes, you helped (during the fun part) create these beautiful little goblins now in coordinating colors and hair that will last 0.5 seconds. But you would rather be literally anywhere else than some field in the middle of nowhere wrangling your children to smile. I get it.  But my brother in Christ! This is not about you. And let me let you in on a secret: you have an opportunity to be the sexiest you've ever been to your wife. And it won't be because of whatever button-down she laid out for you. It is by simply: ~ not being a butthead ~  during these pictures.  Listen, your wife sees pictures of other people's families all the time on social media. She sees them and she double taps, but she knows.... her family is cuter. She wants to PLASTER the walls of your home and the feed of her social media with these little angel baby faces. Not for vanity's sake, but because time is slipping away from her and she wants her family captured...

I'm in my kitchen with my back turned to them. I don't know what they're doing, but their little voices sound slightly muffled. O is giggling softly (as he often does), and F is squealing loudly (as he often does). They are perfect.  AND 18 hours ago I was in that same room when that all-too-familiar feeling of an elephant sitting on my chest and my lungs being too big for my body gripped me. Motherhood be like that sometimes.  It's crazy being responsible for other lives. They're like little soft-headed blobs that toddle around climbing on stuff and eating whatever you leave on the ground. And you're 100% accountable for their development, health, safety, and happiness.  When O was a baby, he was lactose intolerant. He was a constant spitter and because it didn't worry our pediatrician, it didn't worry me. It wasn't until he turned one and started projectile vomiting every time he had dairy that we realized the real issue. And I was just hit with th...