Why I Love Having Young Children

If Tobin were any older, he would know that this is actually a handful of weeds and he would not be so anxious to pick these "beautiful flowers" for me.

He would not demand that I put them in water and be heartbroken when they died.


In another year or two, Zoie's valentines might say "Happy Valentines Day"-- instead of this:

She might not glue stryofoam dinosaurs on the valentine. Her depiction of me might include more than three fingers on each hand and her hearts might actually resemble a heart-- rather than a rear end.

Having a gaggle of young children in the house has its challenges-- but I know that, in the blink of an eye, my crazy kids will be grown and I will miss the weeds and the dinosaurs....