Sunday“Aww baby Bear wants his mommy!” Star coos as she hands me Charlie. He squirms in her arms, reaching his chubby fingers out towards me. They press against my eyes and face as I nestle him against my skin. It’s amazing how wonderful his tiny hugs are.
“Thanks for watching him, Star. I really appreciate the time off.” Being a mom is basically twenty-four-seven non-stop, even as Charlie is getting more and more independent. If I’m not watching him attempt to eat solid food, I’m monitoring how he rolls over or where he is crawling to. The little guy is just like his father—stronger than he thinks and constantly getting into trouble.
Today was my day off. In addition to being Charlie’s mom, I’ve become house mom to the Wilderkind girls. We didn’t have one back in the Filth and Butcher.
