Sometimes

Sometimes I post pictures of B's bum covered in poo (next to the couch she demolished) and then delete them because my mom says what if there's a creepy old man reading your blog?

If you're a creepy old man and read this blog, please stop.

Sometimes I write a whiney post and then delete if shortly after posting because I decided I'm not going to be a public complainer.

Sometimes I let my child practice jumping on the couch. I tell myself it's ok because she's too scared to do it without holding my hand.

All the times when I'm having a bad day/week and my baby comes up and gives me several random kisses, it makes me feel better and remember the sweet and important things in life.

How could I not after looking at this face?