Simply Saturday

Tonight we have experienced what some may call a "set back". I choose to call it a nightmare personally! The boys have spent the last hour climbing in bed, out of bed, onto the train table in their room, opening the shades, playing with their farm, etc., etc., etc., Jared wasn't home so I was left to deal with the insanity.

I went in for the millionth time to find both of them doing this:

and saying "Luke! I am your father" O.k., kidding about that part but they were yelling into the fan and giggling. I didn't get a picture of both of them doing it because Eli was smart enough to dive towards a bed when I went to get the camera.



I am convinced that I survive these stressful moments because there are moments like these:

Eli sleeping with his butt straight up in the air. Seriously, how is that comfortable?

Both of them giggling on the porch on a bright, yet cool Spring day.

Or today when Alex was mowing the "grass" (carpet) completely naked, following his bath!

and last but not least when I just went into the boy's room to tell them goodnight and I kissed Eli and said "I love you and you need to stay in bed and listen to Mommy and Daddy" to which he replied "o.k. gimmee five" I did and he said "gimmee knuckles" I pounded his little fists like he asked and then I kissed his sweet, stubborn, defiant, little, two year old, face and thanked God for these simple moments that make all the insanity worth it.