Baby's Breath

There is nothing so sweet as a baby's breath on your cheek.

Truly, there isn't.

It can wipe away a really bad day.

And I mean, a really bad day.

The boys were brutal, again. Jumping off furniture, tormenting the dog, refusing to eat during meal times (and rummaging for snacks afterwards), and being way too loud when Avery was sleeping. Key word: was.

I don't know what has gotten into them. They generally listen better. They generally behave better.

I had to lock them outside for an hour. Until I got tired of scolding them for digging up my dirt that is supposed to grow grass. And to not dig up my flowers. And don't use the pooper scooper to clean the BBQ. Or the BBQ brush to scoop the dog poop.

They finally busied themselves, for about 30 minutes. Stabbing various bugs that they found in the yard and observing how well (or not so well) they moved afterwards.

Then they were back to jumping on furniture, climbing the walls, and throwing puzzle pieces all over the living room.

After a very long day, I got to hold my baby close and rock her to sleep.

Sweet baby's breath.

It melts all the day's frustrations away.

And, for a few months more, I can enjoy it.

However, I have discovered that three and five year old breath can do the same.

If only they could stay as sweet and innocent as they are when they are sleeping.