Running up the stairs and down, and playing BOTH pianos.
We sit for tea and a stack of ginger snaps to formulate a plan.
If we are together, we're STRONG... divided..... WEAK.
We are RESOLVED. We are downing ginger snaps like there's no tomorrow.
Alright, sounds good. Come with me to wipe a bottom on the toilet.
Ok, lets start that whole "together" thing AFTER this bathroom break.
I massage my husband's feet for the sole purpose of these visitors seeing and going home to publish my sweetness to their mother.
I am smelling something while Joel enquires about our resources for a snack.
Is it really ONLY 9:30???
The organ was apparently lonely and needs to play along as well. Who knew the first few notes of "Jingle Bells" was so endearing?
I think he's messy?
No. He just went.
Well you better check anyway.
He checks and gives me the "I told you so," look and I tell him we have celery and peanut butter for snack.
And puzzle pieces are flying and older ones are trying to figure out how to play "Ten Days in Asia."
"Hmmm you can go to Turkey OR Lebanon."
I was just thinking the BACK YARD....
And their chatter is mixed with Joel teaching Anna to draw an "8."
This bubble is bigger than that bubble..
I am bribing a little to watch over another little that is prone to mischief and each time she checks in with me and no one has lost life or limb she gets a hershey kiss.
She checks in a lot. Well it's worth it for some peace of mind.
"5, 6, 7, 8...."
"Machal but ser yam."
A collective, "Huh?"
Tell me again honey? What?
"Machal but ser yam."
Rachel is cutting ham???
Older brother comes to the rescue telling me that his sister is using the restroom.
It's all good.
Two are missing and some shoes are on and we are stealthy parents.
"There sar sants in the bafoom."
Two go exploring and the older girls fear I will make them fold laundry until night fall and so they hide.
I need a tissue.
Giggling girls run to and from the "sants."
And ONE SQUARE of two-ply comes.
Can I have a little BIGGER piece???
And as they frolic we are reminded again that if they revolt, we are in serious trouble.
The thought also occurs to me that this is what it would have been like if EACH of our littles had a twin.
I mysteriously begin singing praises to God.
I am imagining Michelle Duggar saying in her sing songy voice, "Jim Bob tells me all the time, These are the best days of our lives and we don't even know it."
And some days I want to do physical harm to her for saying so.
But today as I catch Joel's eye and he gives me that, "We will make it though this day and laugh when we go to bed," look,
I know she was spot on today.
....and it's 9:45
Well, I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back.
Let me know if you need some help.