Day 2,175

The Missing Markers and Shredded Bible

His love for her is the sweetest. Every morning he patiently waits for his Ella Mae to wake up and asks, "Can I hold her now?!" It's my favorite. 

Couldn't have said it better myself, Amelia. We're tired around here and yesterday, it finally caught up with this little one. She slept all the way until 11:20. 

But she - and Bearett - was a tornado once awake. The day started off as innocent as any other. But it turned quickly. That's typical of these ages they say, but I'm just not used to it yet. 

They bit off tips to their new markers for reasons I've yet to understand. Seven in total. Marker all over both faces and mouths. They then decided to take 45 minutes to eat one bowl of oatmeal. Mama was losing her marbles. So, I took them to the very end of the baseball game to run the bases and say goodbye to Daddy. We drove him to the airport and then took naps. 

They woke up precious again. But then their sharing habits ceased to exist. I redirected their selfishness by asking them each to make me a boat. I was quite pleased with their results. 

Then the baby screamed and I rushed in to soothe her back to sleep. In those 6 minutes, I came out to find Amelia and Bearett having ripped pages on pages out of her Bible. We immediately called Dada, who was not one bit happy. We learned our lesson. I hope. 

Some days are good. Some days are bad. Lots are just pure insanity. BUT it's the best kind of insanity and I love it and I love these three sweet babes with everything I'm capable of loving with. Even when they drive this Mama craaaaaazy.