Sometimes it's very hard being a mom.
Like when your 10 year old back-talks or degrades his brother.
When the 7 year-old whines about this and that.
When the 2 babies make messes that can compare to the destruction of an F4 hurricane. You know those times.
But sometimes ... sometimes life throws you a sweet curve ball that reminds you why you do this day after day.
Don't hate me, but Tucker pretty much potty trained himself. I was dreading the day because for a long time, every time that I asked him if he wanted to use the potty, he would adamantly refuse. But the diapers ran out, he figured out what to do and hasn't looked back. Thank you for the small things!