I mowed the lawn. Well the front, and the side and half of the fenced in part. That’s right just half. Out in the lovely humid heat of NC, I hear a small whimper. I swear I must have bat ears. I turned off the mower crept into the house as I thought both our babies were sleeping. Low and behold Charlie is teething and awake. She was laying there and seemed to be yelling at her elephants on her crib mobile.
Like any mother bird, I swooped her up and cuddled. The lawn can wait. Moments like this can’t.