If You Survive, You'll Think They're Adorable

Lucy and Elsa like me to tell people things.  They are always begging me, "Mom, tell them...." anytime I am on the phone to someone, talking to someone, ect.  For instance, Lucy learned how to ride a bike without training wheels on Saturday.  On Sunday she asked if anyone was going to call me.  I said, "No, why?  Does someone need to call me?"  Then she got shy and said in her timid voice that if someone calls could I please tell them that she learned how to ride her bike.  I promised her I would tell everyone I saw and shout it from the rooftops (so that means tell family and blog about it.)

Today at the thrift stores $1 clothing day, Lucy and Elsa both wanted me to tell every elderly woman in the building that they were getting to go spend the night at their grandma Melzer's tonight.  They get excited about things and think the whole world should know.

Lucy and Elsa were packed and ready to go spend the night tonight since early yesterday morning.

Leta and Annie were sad that they aren't old enough yet for spend the nights.  They are old enough now to understand that they don't get to do everything their older sisters do.  This is new territory for me - younger ones sad that they don't have the freedom of the older ones.  

But, after we got Leta and Annie ready for bed tonight (including adding a diaper to the beloved stuffed elephant Leta got at the thrift store), they begged to lay in our bed for a bit.  

Everyone should have twin 2 year olds.  And if you survive it, you'll look back and say that was the cutest thing ever.

It is hilarious listening to 2 year olds mimic each other.  It's wonderful to have 2 snuggled next to you in bed.  (Though I'm thankful that so far I've made it through 4 two years olds learning body parts, including, "Mommy's eyes," as they point and jab at what they are talking about.)  

Of course they couldn't hold perfectly still while laying next to me, but they could hold still just enough to not loose the privileged of getting to stay up later and lay in mom and dad's bed.  They know how to work the system.  I love listening to them sing their little songs, "ABC's" and "Happy Birthday To You" and "Twinkle Twinkle."  They don't get all the words, but they get some.

When they are happy, life is peachy.  

When they aren't happy...well, life is like a peach left out on the counter well past it's prime.

I am thankful that the past few days I have been able to slow myself down and enjoy the simple moments.  Sometimes I feel like I can't hold still or else my body is going to crawl out of my skin (I blame it on the fact that there are days that my mom job demands that I not ever hold still), but I'm thankful for the days that I really do feel content just to lay with 2 wiggly toddlers or to snuggle 5 year olds as they fall asleep, or to sit and read books for as long as the children demand or to go outside for the millionth bike ride without thinking about the clock or worrying what I need to be doing next.  Just letting life unfold as it wants to unfold.