We had an amazing weekend filled with lots of good times with lots of good friends and neighbors--from a pool party to a garage band party. Long afternoons and late nights can usually lead to Henry waking up with his cranky pants already on for church on Sunday, but he did great all day up until he and Daddy got back from Publix tonight, and the spaghetti that I made wasn't up to his standard. (Actually, he just wanted to eat "that big cheese," the block of parmesan.)
But, you know what, it was all good. I had a massage this afternoon, and I now know the secret to being a perfect, patient mother--a professional massage.
1 comment:
Amen.
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