Friday, August 14, 2009
Company and Choas
My moments are assembling memories and categorizing them under The Good Old Days. The good old days before babies in backseats; dragging dogs through dirt; four a.m. feedings and necessary naps at noontime.
The good old days when it was just he and I.
The days before creating company and chaos.
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ReplyDeleteIn my mind, the good old days were with the babies in the backseat, messy dogs, and 4 a.m. feedings. Especially the naps at noontime!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mom.
ReplyDeleteYup, good old days definitely include babies in the backseat. "You should always nap when the baby naps" - I took this advice to heart!
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