I'm trying to really figure out something about myself. Why in the world do I feel the need to rush with everything I do? For example, doctors' appointments - even if I get up super early and even leave super early and there's no way I'll be late I still rush. I rush getting things together, getting the kids ready, myself ready, I rush the drive. Rush, rush, rush, hurry, hurry, hurry. I've tried to be so deliberate at times to just slow down but within seconds I'm back to rushing. Why is that? And why can't I make myself understand that if I'm late, it's really okay? It's not the end of the world. The old saying "stop and smell the roses" really doesn't ever happen in my life. I really regret that and am actually ashamed to admit it. So off I go now, gotta hurry up and get Savannah before her babbling turns to cries. Hurry now, Kelly, you wouldn't want that to happen now would you? Bah.
Okay, wait...before I hurry off, here's a picture that makes me laugh of Benjamin. This is what he looks like when he REALLY doesn't want his picture taken. The next picture is Savannah's new favorite position. She likes to gnaw on her foot....literally! Good thing she's not walking on them yet. That would be a little gross.
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