As you can imagine, life in a family of nine reaches pretty high decibels. Somedays I feel like my head going to downright explode from the noise. So I cherish this magical time, though too brief, when quiet descends on our home like a warm blanket and cuddles us with it's warm embrace. That magical quiet called naptime.
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I was the youngest of eight children. I don't remember the noise, probably because I was the tail end of it.
Now that I'm a grandmother - boy howdy do I ever hear the noise the little ones make.
They're so cute!
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