What's Best about Being a Mom?

• Kisses from either big smoochy puckered lips or from tiny teeth because he/she is laughing or smiling so big they can't get their lips together.
• Parades of small children lined up like little ants (all adorned in feather boas, plastic jewels, sandpail hats, underpants, and nothing else) all in honor of she who rescued the ball that became perilously stranded under the sofa.
• A prized sticker pulled with tiny fingers from her own favorite sundress and given as a thank you for helping with violin practice.
• A good pair of comfortable jeans and a great tee and the excuse of 4 kids to wear them (spew-stained and all) every day.
• Three sets of tiny piggies painted a gorgeous shade of "Jack Pot Pink" with "Lilac Mist" sparkles spread liberally on top and then a sad attempt to contain the wiggles for two minutes so said polish doesn't smudge. ...and then tryng to contain my own giggles and anxiety as my pedicure commenses fulfillment by the very same wiggly toed creatures.
• The opportunity to visit a "professional" milinary shop for a very special hat adorned in all manner of florals and feathers and thereafter to be told, "der, Mommy, now you beauuuuufow!"
• The challenge of combining three ponytail holders and four very different bows into one hairstyle in order to make one very particular client happy.
• Trying to explain to Awaeya (Olivia) that chocolate milk is not to be had without the milk (to no avail...of course).
• The ability to bake cookies at leisure under the guise of "teaching my children how to cook".

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