Mama…ooo

I raise my kids slightly different than most, I think. Seriously how can anyone truly know what life is like in another family? One example is when I get fed up by the gazillion MAMA (let's face it, 3 kids x 50, 100, 200? Mama's day is…a lot) my response is belting out ‘mama just killed a man…’ at the top of my lungs. And keep going and going until they join me. Some times I go all in on the head banging.

The other morning as we had breakfast Manfred (one and a half years old) out of the blue goes ‘ mama…oooo’ in perfect tone. My heart.

This makes me silly proud.

My kids will for sure remember their mother as slightly nuts. Much better than uptight and boring!