The Pill's life exists and revolves around piles. Each with a purpose, plan and meaning. Although I don't claim to get it all, I am slowly learning to understand the way he works and am even starting to appreciate the piles of joy he leaves lying around.
Parenting is weird. How what can one day drive you to the brink of sanity, can bring a smile to your face the next. So when he is off at school, like this morning, I can still find him all over the house and know he will be home soon to pick up right where he left off.
How bout that blue carpet, with the cream racing stripe?
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