Puppy Cat Paws

The Girls hanging out with their daddy

Ashlynn likes to give kisses to daddy but she be like wait a minute and hold up when he trying to put his lips on her.
She had me cracking up

Excuse me ma’am 💤💤💤

I never understand why Rosie and Gracie like being in this room with these crazy four.
Whatever floats their boat 🤦‍♀️

This video is from yesterday. Six whole minutes of Zeusy kissing me, loving on me, cuddling me, and I swear this little boy was filling me back up. 🥹❤️

You guys haven’t seen me posting as much lately because my life has shifted a little bit. I finished my book, and now it’s being read by a few people while I work on getting everything ready for the back cover and the next steps toward publishing. Hopefully, by the end of this year, I will be holding a published copy of my book from Amazon.

And while that is absolutely beautiful because this is a place I have wanted to reach for a very long time, it has changed what my everyday life with the babies looks like. For years, my life has pretty much been THEM. We were together 24/7. Every little break in the day meant laying around together, cuddling, kissing, somebody laying on me, somebody following me somewhere, just us being us.

Now I have to actually leave them for little work shifts while I go inside my office. Usually I wake up somewhere around midnight or 2 in the morning to take everybody out. The little babies are doing SO GOOD. They go potty, get their little kefir snack, and everybody goes back to bed.

Then around 3 AM, I usually go into my office and start working. I write. I teach from the book. I work on the music I write. If you follow my Living with Lucretia page, you’ve probably seen me teaching most mornings or doing some kind of sound experience.

Then around 8 or 9, I come back in and start everybody’s morning. Outside. Food. Potty. Love. All the things. Then around noon, I may go back into the office for another few hours. By 4, we’re usually eating dinner. By 5, everybody is doing the last potty rounds. And by 6, Mama is GONE. 😂 Then somewhere around midnight or 2 AM, we start all over again.

And these babies have adjusted SO beautifully. I am so proud of them. Even the little babies are fully crate trained now and doing amazing with their potty breaks. Everybody has learned this new rhythm with me, and they have been so good during the hours when I have to work.

But I miss my babies. I miss those long stretches where we don’t have anything to do except be together. So yesterday, when I came back in around lunchtime, we said F**K IT. 😂❤️ We got in that bed and stayed there.

From around noon until yesterday evening, we just rested together. And everybody took a turn. Not just a little drive-by kiss either. We had MOMENTS. Long cuddles. Long kisses. Little faces pressed against mine. Bodies curled up beside me. Everybody coming to pour something into Mama.

Some stayed longer than others. Zeus. Hannah. Mr. Phelps. Charly. All my babies who seem to know exactly when Mama needs them.

And Zeusy… Lord, this little boy. Watching this video back almost makes me cry because I can feel exactly what was happening in that bed. He wasn’t just kissing me. He was filling me. Every kiss felt like he was pouring energy back into me. Like, “Here Mama. Take some of mine.”

And Zeus has always had something extra special about him because he connects me so deeply to Mr. Bentley. He looks like him. He does little things like him. He carries some of that same frequency that Mr. Bentley carried. And sometimes when I am holding Zeus, it feels like I can feel Mr. Bentley right there through him.

Yesterday, laying there with Zeusy loving on me, it felt like, “I’m proud of you.” Like a reminder of everything it took to get here. From not walking to this life. Writing my book. Teaching. Creating music. Building something I have carried inside of me for years.

And somehow, these babies have walked beside me through all of it. They have never asked me to stay the same just so their routine could stay the same. They adjusted. They learned. They waited for Mama to come back out of that office. And then yesterday, they filled every little space I had emptied while I was working.

By last night, I felt so full. I slept so good. And I was just laying there thinking about how grateful I am for them.

So this post is for my babies, but especially my Zeusy. For six minutes of kisses. For staying. For pouring into Mama. For carrying that little piece of Mr. Bentley that I still recognize when I look into your face.

And for reminding me that while Mama is building something new, I still get to come home to this. My babies. My bed. My kisses. My village. My love. ❤️ Part 15

This video is from yesterday. Six whole minutes of Zeusy kissing me, loving on me, cuddling me, and I swear this little boy was filling me back up. 🥹❤️

You guys haven’t seen me posting as much lately because my life has shifted a little bit. I finished my book, and now it’s being read by a few people while I work on getting everything ready for the back cover and the next steps toward publishing. Hopefully, by the end of this year, I will be holding a published copy of my book from Amazon.

And while that is absolutely beautiful because this is a place I have wanted to reach for a very long time, it has changed what my everyday life with the babies looks like. For years, my life has pretty much been THEM. We were together 24/7. Every little break in the day meant laying around together, cuddling, kissing, somebody laying on me, somebody following me somewhere, just us being us.

Now I have to actually leave them for little work shifts while I go inside my office. Usually I wake up somewhere around midnight or 2 in the morning to take everybody out. The little babies are doing SO GOOD. They go potty, get their little kefir snack, and everybody goes back to bed.

Then around 3 AM, I usually go into my office and start working. I write. I teach from the book. I work on the music I write. If you follow my Living with Lucretia page, you’ve probably seen me teaching most mornings or doing some kind of sound experience.

Then around 8 or 9, I come back in and start everybody’s morning. Outside. Food. Potty. Love. All the things. Then around noon, I may go back into the office for another few hours. By 4, we’re usually eating dinner. By 5, everybody is doing the last potty rounds. And by 6, Mama is GONE. 😂 Then somewhere around midnight or 2 AM, we start all over again.

And these babies have adjusted SO beautifully. I am so proud of them. Even the little babies are fully crate trained now and doing amazing with their potty breaks. Everybody has learned this new rhythm with me, and they have been so good during the hours when I have to work.

But I miss my babies. I miss those long stretches where we don’t have anything to do except be together. So yesterday, when I came back in around lunchtime, we said F**K IT. 😂❤️ We got in that bed and stayed there.

From around noon until yesterday evening, we just rested together. And everybody took a turn. Not just a little drive-by kiss either. We had MOMENTS. Long cuddles. Long kisses. Little faces pressed against mine. Bodies curled up beside me. Everybody coming to pour something into Mama.

Some stayed longer than others. Zeus. Hannah. Mr. Phelps. Charly. All my babies who seem to know exactly when Mama needs them.

And Zeusy… Lord, this little boy. Watching this video back almost makes me cry because I can feel exactly what was happening in that bed. He wasn’t just kissing me. He was filling me. Every kiss felt like he was pouring energy back into me. Like, “Here Mama. Take some of mine.”

And Zeus has always had something extra special about him because he connects me so deeply to Mr. Bentley. He looks like him. He does little things like him. He carries some of that same frequency that Mr. Bentley carried. And sometimes when I am holding Zeus, it feels like I can feel Mr. Bentley right there through him.

Yesterday, laying there with Zeusy loving on me, it felt like, “I’m proud of you.” Like a reminder of everything it took to get here. From not walking to this life. Writing my book. Teaching. Creating music. Building something I have carried inside of me for years.

And somehow, these babies have walked beside me through all of it. They have never asked me to stay the same just so their routine could stay the same. They adjusted. They learned. They waited for Mama to come back out of that office. And then yesterday, they filled every little space I had emptied while I was working.

By last night, I felt so full. I slept so good. And I was just laying there thinking about how grateful I am for them.

So this post is for my babies, but especially my Zeusy. For six minutes of kisses. For staying. For pouring into Mama. For carrying that little piece of Mr. Bentley that I still recognize when I look into your face.

And for reminding me that while Mama is building something new, I still get to come home to this. My babies. My bed. My kisses. My village. My love. ❤️ Part 14