push, pull, repeat

She's very into testing these days. It's exhausting but I keep trying to remember her job is to poke, push, pull, pinch, etc., and mine is to love, love, love, and understand. I feel like I'm 87 years old!

But! Occasionally she reaches outside the mommy torture arena. Half an hour after Bear left for work this morning she came to me, face twisted in angst.

Mommy, Daddy forgot to kiss me goodbye.

Bear, welcome aboard. I don't want you to feel like you're missing the fun.

2 comments:

Feener said...

love love love...i have to keep that in mind

piglet said...

kids are cool. i just wish someone would've told me just how self sacrificing and hard it would be. or that i would be on the verge of a nervous breakdown for most of my waking moments.

(they probably did and i was unable to "hear" it.)