Cracked.

we played crack the egg(s) all morning today on the trampoline. i am the cracker, they are my eggs. 

i had scrambled eggs every time. george was on my hip, his little head buried in my chest and his tiny hands clutching my shirt. he would giggle when they giggled. he will be an egg with them too soon, but for now i am loving my cracking buddy. 

Xo