I can smell freshly baked bread. A new skill of mine.
G requested a story this evening 'about a donkey that goes for a walk and nearly gets stuck in a rabbit hole'. She is very in to Winnie the Pooh these days.
E is asleep. She flipped and rolled around in my arms before succumbing to the boob and sleep. She is half crawling half hauling around the house. She pulls herself up on the furniture. Anything to get closer to G's treasures.
I am willing myself to be more aware. Focused. Less selfish. To have more direction. A daily quest I don't quite achieve.
Loving my family but always looking for ways to escape, just for a moment.