Little folks are awesome. I get to wake up next to a sunny baby girl to the sound of our three-year-old boy singing the Zulu chant from the beginning of The Lion King’s Circle of Life Song at the top of his lungs. It is indeed a splendid life.  But, as wonderful as young motherhood is, there are some (many) moments of insanity exacerbated by never having a single moment to myself. After our … [Read more...]