for this Muslim-Lebanese-American-Mama-wife-writer-photographer-homeschooler as she juggles one big guy and two little ones.
Noah woke up and tore down the hall to our room shouting for Nathan because of a nightmare. About this nightmare, he said the following:
There was a skunk and it got into our house. It was out of stinky stuff. It had chocolate milk in it’s sprayer. It sprayed some chocolate milk into my mouth. [...]
Noah has established a morning routine. It came about a bit by accident, the near-direct result of Gabriel entering our world. Nathan started getting him out of bed in the morning and taking him downstairs where they would have side-by-side breakfast–a bowl of cereal, perhaps something toasted. Noah now counts on this. And I’ve noticed [...]
