It's just after lunch when Mr. Stannix calls to see how my day is going, last night was a tough one. After Camilla has had her fill of macaroni she practically begs me to go upstairs for a nap. Between the hours of 1 and 5 this morning she got up to pee, asked for three glasses of water, changed her jammies in the dark, tried to sneak downstairs 109288 times, and cried every 10 minutes. I blame it on the full moon. Needless to say, she's one tired monkey today and needs some extra lovin'. While Hyrum is finishing the last of his macaroni I read Camilla a story. She snuggles under her covers as I pull them to her chin. I kiss her on the cheek and she's out like a light. Hyrum finishes up his last bite as I come down the stairs. I pull him out of his highchair, he's only wearing a diaper. His baby skin is oh so soft and I can't help but smother him in kisses and tickle him under the arms. He goes off to play with his cars while I top the bagels with cheese. The smell of them baking in the oven fills our home. I am excited to eat a hot one smothered in butter. Toasted, they are super easy on my tummy first thing in the morning, and all morning, and sometimes the only thing I can eat. Hyrum practices his walking in the living room. He's still in just a diaper and his face is covered with mac n' cheese. I watch him and wish he could stay this way forever...
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