Crazy little thing called love.
Is it possible to love your child too much? How much love is too much? How would you measure it?
By the amount of kisses given on cheeks of a slumbering child?
By repeating ‘I love you’ when they drive you wild?
By the lengths you’d go to ensure they’re happy?
By the amount of times you’ve changed a nappy?
By the time it takes to takes to tie a shoelace?
By the distance they run to win a race?
By counting the times you hold hands and skip along?
By the ways you console when something is wrong?
By the energy needed to push kids on a swing?
By the truckload of rhymes that you’ll probably sing?
By the width of your arms just before giving a hug?
By the strings of your heart they’ll be sure to tug?
By measuring the amount of love one heart can give?
By the fullness of a life with kids that you live?
Crazy in love.
Image from: here.
You had me at the picture!! lol And then your words kept me reading!
A cutie, yes?
Mus’K’teers, you’re both here right now.
All for one, one for all!
Raise your swords, ladies!
Lol…swords raised!!!! We love hanging Out on your blog 🙂
I agree with kira – we are the 3 Mus’K’teers after all right? That is such a cute picture:) I miss all of their squishieness. I used to call their derrierre’s the squishy mushy tushy! i miss their squishy mushy tushies!
All for one, one for all.
And you’re both here right now. Raise your swords, ladies!
Yes – I am! I have my sword in the air and my hat on with a huge plume!! And my gallant steed is sleeping by my feet. Uh, she is a gallant mare!
I can picture it now. 😉
I’m going to go with the amount of tantrum time it takes for me to walk away.
Times that by how long the tantrums lasts?
And divide by the amount of veins throbbing in your temples? I think the ability to handle a tantrum without screaming back shows how much a parent loves a child. Any other human being wouldn’t get away with it.
Ad infinitum the word ‘no’.
I’d throw a tantrum back to see what they’d do but I think that might be wrong somehow.
I’ve done it in terms of noise. It really throws the little guy off for a minute or two. Then he either screams back louder or starts laughing.
By the number of pieces of Lego I pick out of the vacuum….
Oh the joys of it all!