Friday, July 13, 2012
....And that reason is called self preservation. They are so much blasted work they are genetically designed to be cute as buttons as their defense mechanism against overly-tired, insane parents.
Kind of like Park City tries to redeem itself after horrific winters by giving us the best summers on the planet.
In those moments when Peter lays his sweetness on thick as cream, all tantrums are forgotten. When he is soft and gentle with his itty bitty sister and squeals, "IT'S AWAKE!" every time she stirs, all is forgiven. When I see Zoe light up at the sound of his voice, I decide to not ground her for 3 months straight when she is 16 for keeping me awake at night.
Just when I feel all hope is lost and its time to check myself into a mental institution (complete with clean sheets and food service), my children do something with their adorableness that convinces me to stay in this madness for one more day, no matter how ragged they have run me.
Their cuteness is Kid Camouflage.
Posted by Molly Bice-Jackson at 4:26 PM