Homework.

So I'm helping Sebbie finish his "President Report" (Due tomorrow! Yay for procrastinators) and I have a girl tied to my chest. She's wrapped in about 5 feet of soft brown fabric and anytime I want to I can kiss the top of her head. It's kinda perfect. I have my hands free to get things done and she's happy and content nestled in this little makeshift womb. I love it.

I wrapped Clemmie for almost 2 years and I only wish I would have known about it 11 years earlier so the boys could have been wrapped, too. It's the ONLY way. Not even kidding. I don't know how moms who don't wrap do it. But I guess they do, because that is the way of the world, isn't it? Everyone figures it out on someway, somehow. I just happen to think this way is best. ha!

But here she is, happy and warm, safe and loved. And here I am getting to learn all about John Adams while simultaneously teaching Sebbie how to do a research paper. This is not easy for him. His rough draft was, well....rough. The funny thing is the minute I start going over it with him it's like his full potential starts to shine through. He comes up with really good points and I'm like, "where were you when this rough draft was written?" But I'm here now and I guess that's the point I'm trying to make. Some kids do great on their own, with little help from mom and dad. While others need that extra push (or shove) to get them going in the right direction.

And that's the remedy for today. Just me and my time.

And a kiss from the little girl in the makeshift womb on my chest. He's pretty crazy about her.