In between all the complaining and bickering, my kids really do have great fun with each other. It reminds me of the days when me and my siblings were around that age. We absolutely had a blast. We were tight. Still are.
So I had to grab the camera and take this picture under cover from my bedroom window (so as not to disturb what was happening). Joey was doing such a great job pushing Matt on the swings. He was being so sweet and kind. He pushed Gracie, then Matt. He was a pro. He'll make a great daddy someday. Of course, a few moments later, Matt started throwing a fit, but it was precious while it lasted. I pulled Joey aside later and told him what a great big brother he was. He gave me one of his looks and wiped my kisses off his cheek, but I could tell he was pleased.
Now this one, I'm not too sure about. Just kidding. He is one of the sweetest little things you'll ever meet. But this is an all-too-common sight in our house:
This time it wasn't lotion, it was hair cream. Daddy's hair cream. And this was after I scraped most of it off in an effort to save some of it. At least he put it where it was supposed to go, right? How many times is it going to take before I remember that silence is a bad thing? When it's too quiet, check on him, for Pete's sake! I'll save myself a lot of trouble when I get that down.
