The Secret...

I sweat.

From like the time I wake until I finally fall asleep.

Should I say "glisten" or "glow" or "shimmer"?  Because, turns out talking about sweatiness isn't really a flattering shtick...

All day long I am literally RUNNING, "bending and snapping", cleaning, dressing, changing, playing, wrestling, feeding, time-outing, shoeing, and Blah dee blah bliggety blah ALL.DAY.LONG.

And on one hand, it feels SO good to hit the pillow at night and know that I put in my everything for the day.  Every ounce of umph I have - goes into the day with my littles and my big.  It's rewarding to say the least.

And on the other hand, I hate to feel hot and disheveled and reactionary.  Mama likes a little control.  Or at least some semblance of control.  Every now and again?

I swear I've come a long way.  My floor can be littered with play cars and the decibel level can be nearing the danger zone and I can peacefully fold clothes and poor milk like Donna Reed.  THAT is something that would never before have been possible for this self-admitted OCD gal.  So again, I ask, is a tiny bit of auto pilot too much to ask?

Alas, it is.  I will not be gaining control any time soon.  I have a little secret...

I present to you, the NEWEST little upright walker on the planet, Ace!  

Is that the most adorable little bear cub you've ever seen walk on two feet?

 

I know, I know!  He also rides a bike.  Because he's cool like that.  And, if you're going to make me say it, I will.  Child Savant.

And that right there?  

That's his proud face.  Cracks me up every time.

And this right here?  

This is little man rehydrating like a big-wig.  Hey... walking is tough work.  

So... There, I said it.  The secret is out.  And I'm going to continue to "perspire" with the best of 'em.  But probably from kissing those cheeks.  :)

Congrats handsome little mobile man!

Now, please, pretty please, don't leave me in your dust!