My very most favorite part of having kids is the few months where they’re first learning to eat and will eat anything. The results are messy and hilarious, and it does my heart good to see my children literally up to their ears in spaghetti sauce.
I laugh. My husband laughs. My toddler laughs. Then the baby laughs, because everyone’s happy and that’s just about all he needs in life.
Sure, it means doing more laundry (hence the naked baby!) and more mopping and more of, well, everything. But it also means more laughs, more fun, and move love in my kitchen. And that’s something I can get behind!
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