Child Labor Cont’d

So I’ve mentioned before my affinity for putting my oldest to work, but 8 months pregnant, I gotta tell ya- I don’t know what we’d do without her.  Last Sunday, both of us feeling those Sunday lazies, we naturally turned to rock, paper, scissors to determine who would be getting off the couch to feed our hungry little guy when Sam declares, “I got it, guys!  I’ll do it.  No problem”  Pretty soon, both our kids were sitting on the kitchen floor sharing a carton of blackberries.

As if that wasn’t cool enough, the other day I tried to grab a quick shower during Levi’s unreliable morning nap (I don’t know why I thought that would work- the boy has serious radar).  Sam comes running in seconds after I step in telling me he’s crying.  So I wash up as fast as I can, and get out, but as I’m drying off, I don’t hear my screaming baby.  I wasn’t sure whether to run in without bothering with clothes, or to enjoy an unrushed moment getting dressed.  Turns out, I could have given myself a pedicure.  I found her in his crib, reading him a story.  When I walked in, neither one of them wanted out, so I snapped a picture.


Children in this photo not available for rent or sale.

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