My reintroduction into human civilization has been slow and sweaty. I mean, steady. It takes us an hour to leave the house, and by the time we get to our destination with half of our house, it’s almost nap time.
But, we have to continue making efforts to go places, because I need practice, and our skin could use some vitamin D after postpartum hibernation.
I forgot how bright sunlight is.
Father’s Day preparation motivated the three of us to get down to business. We had a mission. We wanted to show Brian we sincerely appreciate his hard work out of the house, and his love inside the house.
Hopefully, “We love you,” is what one derives from being gifted pants that don’t fit, along with some crumpled abstract art.
The art was a sad attempt to have the babies make a little framed picture with their hand and foot prints. You know, how all moms do? HOW DO THEY DO IT? My babies couldn’t put their hands down without making little hand-snow angels, so…it was messy. We nixed the frame altogether.
We feel good about just copying other people’s Pinterest gifts next year.