Sunday

It's so important to me to capture the sweet moments in our crazy life, but sometimes it's 2:30 and I haven't scrubbed my teeth or brushed my hair because my sick little girls have needed me every minute of the day.  So I sit here basically stewing in my own filth and nurse my babies and think well, maybe this moment is worth sharing, too.

Sickly

Best cure for a cold?  Hang out in a steamy bathroom.  In a shower cap, of course.

Post nap snuggles

I only wish you could hear the chorus of purring and Arthur's whispered "Oh Mo!  I yove you!  You're so softy!"

Rub a dub dub

Three babies in the tub!  First time ever - do you think they had fun?!

(Also had Norah's first poop in the tub.  Which Cecily tried to pick up and eat.  OMG.)

Life with Cecily Jane

These have all been sent to you separately (except the outlet one because that was too omg even for me), but just wanted to be sure you were getting a comprehensive picture of what's going on.

This girl may be the death of me, and that's something considering I'm Arthur's mom.

(also know that outlet  covers are back in, the stairway gate is ready to be reinstalled and I'm resigned to watch her like a hawk for the rest of my life.)

Opposites

Norah sits happily in the hallway playing with one or two toys.

I had to bring Cecily into the craft room after she dumped the toy bin and then pulled up on the stairway gate.  She proceeded to empty every shelf onto the floor.

Helper

Norah folds diapers.  What would I do without her?

(While I snapped this Cecily opened the wipes, pulled out a dozen or so and started eating them.)