And When She Wakes She Dances

Some two year olds...

....can't quite dress themselves yet...

P.S. I feel the need to explain those drawers, which actually are tidy, or rather, they were tidy before Matthew grabbed a shirt from them, ruffling them up and then closing it.  I'm particularly keen to explain this, because on average, I've been spending about 30 minutes a day making sure their room is kept orderly. I don't know why I'm becoming obsessive about their room, but despite my many, MANY failings as a housekeeper, I am trying my best to help the kids learn to appreciate a tidy environment. So to have this moment captured where their drawers look like they are spewing clothes is particularly irksome and in fact, not representative of their typical reality.  End self-conscious tangent.

From the Other Room...

I'm in the living room hanging out with Molly while the boys are playing in their room. I hear Michael cry out:
"Please don't do that, Matthew. You're my best friend and I love you.  You're my brother. Don't you love me? Please, PLEASE don't do that. If you loved me, why would you do that?"

Matthew replies, "I'm sorry, Mah-doh. I won't."

Sleep Tight

I love the time of night when we sneak into the kids' room and check in on them. They are so peaceful, subdued, and just plain cute. I love Matthew's double-fisting on the pacifier, not to suck on but just to know they are there.

Sunday Best

Our Protector

The boys are REALLY into acting out good guy vs bad guy scenarios. Matthew's favorite thing to do is protecting his mom and his sister. This is my little hero in action.

Listen...

Listen, I only have a few minutes, but if anyone can hear me. YOU GOTTA GET ME OUT OF HERE!  I'm swarmed by boys, kissed on, loved on, smothered, you name it, it happens to me. I'm lucky if I can get even 5 minutes without someone coming by and "showing me how to play with a toy" or "just trying to get me to laugh."  

It's unbearable. Really.

Look. I gotta go, but if you get this, please send help!