The big boys were pretending to be babies again. After much crawling and wrestling they informed me that “Momma, instead of snuggling your babies are fighting.” Isn’t that the truth.
Sweet boy #1 read to his brothers for the first time at bedtime instead of me reading to him.
The winner this week. I pulled off sweet boy #3’s diaper and a huge ball of poop shot out of the leg of his pants and landed into my lap! Such is motherhood.