Nap-trapped on Christmas morning!

My toddler firmly took the madness of today into his grubby, pudgy, yogurt smeared hands. Did I mention his fingers made it into his ears?

Forever now

I remind myself to drink in his sweet baby breath when he's having a meltdown in a public space and all I want to do in run home and hide.

Let the children be

Let the little boys play with flowers and trinkets Let little girls slide down trees and staircases How can our children blossom if we confine them... "Sit like a lady! Boys don't cry!" Breathe before you speak Then talk, with love Don't nip them in the bud