Had 6 of the 7 kids (8, 6, 5, 4, 1, 1 month) plus a cousin at the beach today- exhausting is not the word, and I wasn't even with them as long as my sister was.
We affectionately call the five-year old "Moose", mostly because he is built like a linebacker and can even take me down with the least bit of effort. He must have realized that all the adults were tired because he came and gave us all "massages". He even "massaged" my eyeballs. Then of course, the four year old had to get in on the massage action, because we payed Moose with hugs, and honestly what kid doesn't like hugs?
I'm tired so this is super short, but there is nothing else like getting an eyeball massage from a five-year old to remind you of the innocence of children in this world, while everything else is such a mess.
Thanks my hunnybug Moose <3