The Joys of Home

Ah…home.

Today I woke up at 4:30am: one child on my left shoulder, one child on my right shoulder, one child lying across my chest.  I literally couldn’t move, pinned to the bed.

Life is back to normal, and that’s a very good thing indeed.  I missed home very much.

And I’m sure that the only reason my fourth child wasn’t in the room—and maybe lying across my legs—is that we bought one of those crib tent things that keep him from escaping the crib.  He recently learned how to climb out of the crib; and right after that, he learned an important lesson about gravity.  Thus, the crib tent.

Next week?  I took off: the wife and I need some time together.  This trip was harder on us than most, although I don’t know why.

What I do know is…it’s good to be home.

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One response to “The Joys of Home

  1. That’s the best thing to come home to!

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