Don't get me wrong, we had a wonderful, glamorous time in Los Angeles, but there's nothing like 11 month old drooly kisses and 'almost' 4 year old morning breath to make you realize that's what life is all about....Chris & I were all snuggly with the kids all day Sunday and it took until about dinner time that evening for them to be tired of us and wonder when they were going back to the good life at the Grandparent's houses!!
This week, I have picked up toys an average of 8 times a day. And, call it justification, vindication or just plain entertainment I documented one of those instances:
For starters, I have to put the Fattie Patties in a bed to play with one another - Trying to straighten up with them on the floor with me is FUTILE!!
Note their smiles - their enormous, devient smiles. They're like greyhounds at the starting line just watching that rabbit on the line. Just waiting, salivating, anticipating being let go to tear it up!!!
And, this is the God's honest truth: It only took 15 minutes for these little boogers to do this to their room:
However, I have to give credit where credit is due: Alexander is actually into cleaning up his room! As cluttered as it gets in his cramped quarters, he tries really hard to keep it straight. Not too sure if it's the beginnings of OCD or the fact that he can't watch any movies or cartoons until the room is straight...
2 comments:
Man, I feel the same way in our house on a daily basis!! Baylee is OCD but Braden could care less about cleaning up!
You have a beautiful family.
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