REALITY

Reality is bombarding Dad when he gets home.

 Reality is far too many family movie nights.

Reality is trying to convince baby that baths are a good thing and not some evil satanic ritual.

Reality is counting the minutes till bedtime and then feeling so eternally grateful for all the crazy they bring to your life that you want to burst.

Reality is underwear on your head never gets old.

Reality is watching your daughter count baby toes and melting just a little.

Reality is dandelion blowing is a sport; followed closely by dandelion picking, dandelion smashing, dandelion accidental consumption, yellow dandelion smelling and lip smearing!

Reality is feeling so proud I beam when I am out shopping with all three girls; not just because they are awesome but because I take a little hard earned credit too!

Reality is throwing tantrums in the car, involving; screaming, hair pulling, shoe throwing, head banging, dancing(who can resist a good song on the radio?), undressing, and then flat out moaning as she succumbs to the thumb. Waiting in the Car Rider Line for Connor Stinks!

Reality is literally sending prayers of gratitude for swaddlers, the only way I she sleeps.

 Reality is jumping on the bed post baths.

Reality is tongues stick out way too often.

Reality is never letting your two year old dress herself.

 
Reality is losing track of time doing chores, so your daughter decides to make you lunch, "here lunch for you you hungry me too".

 Reality is finding a pirate trying on your heals in the closet.

Reality is the card section is way too alluring to these two.

Reality is, who said hair should only be washed once, twice, or thrice a day?

Reality is falling madly in love with her multiple times a day.

Reality is this boy is the oldest and goes to school so he knows all or so he thinks.

Reality is "In all of living, have much fun and laughter. Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured." // Gordon B. Hinckley