Today was grocery day.
It's always quite the undertaking as I strap Lincoln into the baby Bjorn,
convince Wesley to sit down in the child-seat in the cart,
and persuade Talmage to hop on the bottom bar of the cart as we parade through the parking lot.
With three little boys and a cart full of groceries,
the comment I get almost every grocery trip is,
"Wow! You've got your hands full!"
I use the response I read from another busy young mom--
"Yep! Full of good things!"
I consider myself a rule-follower, but since having kids I seem to break a lot of rules.
Rules like this one: