辛苦中有幸福
happiness in the midst of difficulty
At the end of the day my wrists ache from holding chunky babies. I even noticed that my lips are sore from (kissing + kissing + kissing) x4 guys.
sore wrists and lips = difficulty (however tinsy-winsy)
chunky babies and excessive kissing = happiness
Be prepared to split a rib over this hilarious child Michael!
Pre-Jonathon, lots of neighbors guessed that Titus and Michael were twins at first glance. It's just cuz Chinese people don't have a schema for two sons so close in age...an unimaginable combination with China's population control laws. The only possibility is twins.
Now when I'm out with the boys, everyone is guessing that Jon and Mike are twins, which I find absolutely tickling. They assume that Mike looks like me and Jon looks like my Chinese husband. Hehehe. Now if Drew is with us I'm not sure what people are postulating...but we sure get lots of puzzled looks and "Huh? But that one looks a little bit like a Chinese kid?" "Are all three yours?" My answer is Yep, they're all mine. I gave birth to those two. This one is my son too.
They're all mine.
Hence the sore lips.
Give those 3 little boys some kisses for me, if your lips can take it! (:
ReplyDeleteCute, cute, cute! I hope it's okay that I stole your Chinese phrase at the top of your post. :)
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