I was pushing Emerson on the swings at the park today while juggling Ethan and generally looking exhausted and disheveled. A mom swinging with her daughter started chatting with me and asked how old Ethan was and then how far apart the two kids are. Her kids are the same age apart but are older now - her younger one looked about four.
"People tell you it gets easier but they're lying," she informed me.
"But they are such kind lies," I said, deciding to continue believing them anyway.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
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