Today I built a snowman with Wesley and Lincoln.
Building a snowman meant that Maxwell cried for 5 minutes or so
and that my long list of chores to do was almost untouched.
But the snow was beckoning,
so we very hastily put together our snowy little friend--
regardless of dirty bathrooms
and a very fussy baby.
Because let's face it, Maxwell's needs almost always come first.
Sorry, baby, but one day you'll be the one begging to play in the snow.
And the dirty bathrooms will still be here tomorrow (whether I like it or not),
but the snow may not be--
and childhood will be gone before I know it.