I know, I know. I promised to write a post that wasn't just a virtual page from our family scrapbook. One that described what it's really like to be a family of three these days now that I've returned to work full time. But I'm too tired to think that hard. Often, I compose a heartfelt, honest blog post in my head when I'm no where near a computer. They're great. Really. I wish you could read them.
We picked a beautiful day to visit a farm about 45 minutes north of our home. The weather was beautiful. Many families came out to enjoy the fall activities but it wasn't uncomfortably crowded the way some of these weekends can be. Even with perfect conditions, the boys were a bit grumpy until I put them in the giant corn bin. Then they played for an hour!
Liam loved looking at the ponies. This is the second weekend in a row that he was just mesmerized by seeing these little horses. He stood in one spot, sometimes pointing but mostly just staring at their gentle faces which were practically at his eye level.
The boys spent a lot of time in the petting zoo. Grandpa said that all three of them were afraid of the llama. I knew I should have spent the extra $3 and gone in with them. Llamas don't scare me.
Well, the boys are crying in their beds. I woke up with a bad, bad cold more exhausted than I was last Friday. The coffee is not made and I'm late for work. I promise I'll write about reality of being a working mom to two children under 4 soon as I get the house cleaned, groceries bought, laundry washed, dried, folded, bills paid and the dogs fed.
Liam. Trying to figure out how to work the goat gate.