When baby is sick, everything else ceases to matter.
Rather than working in the garden these last few days
I am either sitting or pacing around the beds with my babe.
My little that prefers being home,
Kicking his feet and cooing at the chickens antics,
laughing as a brother or sister bicycles the circuit around the house,
shouting his name as they pass.
Pizza for dinner, pizza for breakfast.
Paper diapers and paper plates.
This week it’s me over at Sense of Story, click on over from the sidebar.
Please let me know what you think!