Don't get me wrong, the boys can be total sweethearts. Owynn now says "I luf you" which makes my heart melt. Oliver really loves hugs and snuggles. And they are pretty darn cute.
So not the most current photo, but I love this one. Oliver and Owynn their first Halloween 2011. |
But then there are days like today where I was counting down the minutes to nap time, hoping that after they get up they will be in a better mood. (Owynn didn't nap and is quietly hanging out with us in the living room playing with his kindle fire. Oliver is sound asleep, he really needed it.)
Or yesterday; the boys woke up and instead of going into the living room and turning on the tv or getting out their kindles, they decided they needed to raid the pantry. They dumped corn meal all over the carpet in the living room. Dumped out my baking soda on the kitchen floor, along with onion soup mix, yeast, and other baking supplies I keep in there. They also got into my little baggie of hershey kisses I had saved from my baby shower that said "It's A Boy", which were almost 3 years old, there were bits of wrapper everywhere. The boys also got into the birthday candles, we're hoping they didn't eat any of those.
Or the day before yesterday. They pushed Oliver's bed up against their dresser so they could reach the stuff on top. They got down a small bottle of lotion and got it all over Owynn, Oliver's teddy bear, and the bed.
I've been told by other parents of multiples that things don't necessarily get easier, just different. I can see that, but I'm still really hoping this stage will get a bit easier.
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