Our crazy little world

Some days are crazier than others.

You know, those especially crazy days when there's a praying mantis loose in the kitchen, when foam blocks create a maddening war of "this block is mine" or when the Pixie is hell bent on wearing the damn sock monkey pajamas eventhough the next day's forecast is 90 degrees and the pajamas are long-sleeved and flannel.

One of those days when the crazy factor is ramped up, even for us.

At the end of the day, you have to pat yourself on the back for surviving the day, figure you'll give a few unsuspecting visitors a chuckle with a glimpse of the crazy you've lived and wonder if the crazy can possibly get even crazier.


(For the record: Trace is always provided ample clean, cool drinks. Apparently siphoning a drink from the garden hose is easier than picking up the sippy cup at your knee.)

P.S. Today I'm thankful for:

• the end of the day when the bizzare things the kids have done are a bit more amusing than when we're actually living them.
• how incredibly cute Alivia looks in pigtails.
• a few minutes that Trace wanted to be held and loved. I know too soon he'll be too busy for such things.
• Alena's intensity (even though it's sometimes frustrating when we're at odds).
• Alysse's understanding of so many of the things we say to her. She now "gets" nearly everything said to her.