"Motherhood is like being pecked to death by chickens."
I don't know who first said that but they really had a way with words. So accurate. So true.
But what would I do without my chickens?
Why nap alone when you could be covered in this.
My Eric, who got in trouble for saying "no" to mommy, proceeded to say things like, "Yes, I don't want to".
My Beth, who right after we snapped this picture, filled her shoe with the cereal and ate it from there. She still thinks she can get anything with those eyes. Little does she know that it's really the shrillness of her voice that gets the job done.
"The things that drive a young mother to exhaustion are the very same things that feed her soul."