You know the days you are dying for when that cute little baby you hold in your arms to look up and talk back to you. To even say a word. Well for me those days and here and my oh my sometimes I wish for the days of silence. Its none stop talking and non stop deciphering. Sometimes I wonder if his mouth isn’t tired. Its mammy this, mammy that, no mammy, no mammy, thank you mammy, van mammy, come mammy, come mammy.
All I can ask for is the Lord to give me the patience and kindness and tolerance I need. There are days and times its so cute and I am so proudbut there are times when my ears just needs a break.