Really you don't need to cry everyday between 5:15 and 5:45. I may break eye contact with you while I measure hot pepper flakes or saute vegetables. I may put you in the bouncy chair because I need to don oven mitts to remove some piping hot thing from the oven but, rest assured this does not mean I do not love you. Please don't get jealous of the chicken casserole, or the steamed broccoli, I know you feel very threatened by my attentions to them at the dinner hour. Hopefully the trauma of this momentary division of my attention will not forever scar your psyche. I promise I will always love you more than making dinner!
Your one and only smart mama
P.S. Don't worry I promise not to divide my attentions between you and the dirty dishes- we'll save all those for your dad!
2. bouncy seats
3. babies so cute you love them even why they fuss