Cracked nipples. Sleep deprivation. Public tantrums. Our only reward is our children? Kidding. Mostly.
"He has been climbing, but he has no brains yet, and he'll turn and just step off like he is going to fly or walk on air or something. Like a total fucking dummy. (Sigh...babies.) Anyway, I don't know how high he was but from his screaming, I don't think it was just a couple steps."
We love our kids. They drive us crazy. We write about it instead of going insane.