The morning after the Littles birthday Lainey looked them up and down and said
they still look like one year olds.
(Thankfully this growing up thing really doesn't happen over-night.)
Honestly I thought having two two year olds might be a little rough. Something that would ruffle this mama's feathers. Put me in the loony bin. Drive me to drinking.
So far, things have stayed the same.
Lots of love and a little bit o' crazy.
A few days ago Lainey handed me this
The good news is, she has started to wipe herself and wash her hands.
The bad news is, she has started to wipe herself, wash her hands, and doesn't know her own strength.
So while I was trying to decide between re-attaching the towel hook or knocking down the wall and going all HGTV on it I realized I couldn't hear the little people.
This is never good.
After a quick scan of the upstairs I ran down to the kitchen and found this...
Emily was on her fourth Andes mint. At least I think it was four. I'll let you know if I find any more wrappers when I clean out the pantry.
Miss Anna was gnawing on a Toblerone candy bar like it was corn on the cob.
Within an instant they both looked alot like
two year olds.