A few weeks ago, my DS4, who is currently Incredibles obsessed, declared that we *were* the Incredibles. We laughed, and played along for a bit, before making sure he knew it was all pretend. Then it happened. We were driving, where isn’t important, but DS5mos was hungry. I asked DS4 to hold his bottle, but DS4 declared he couldn’t reach, so I reached from the front seat over DS5mos car seat to hold his bottle in place so we could drive in some sort of peace. That’s when I heard it.
(spoken softly, with a voice full of wonderment and amazement) “Wow, Mommy is Elasti-Girl!”
While I may be Elasti-Girl, even Elasti-Girl has limits to how far she can stretch. I’ve felt pretty stretched to my limits lately with the addition of my scrapping business Kat’s Skraps. Luckily I have some very understanding friends who are helping me deal. But most of all, I have a wonderful dh who is so understanding and patient. None of this would be possible without him! So, to my loving, patient, understanding dh, I just want to say,
Thank You!
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