Much

These two. Oh you guys. I think every few months I say to myself, Self, this is definitely the cutest age. With the newly walking and the "chatting" and the new word every four days, to say nothing of the peek-a-boo and the blowing of the kisses and the attempted head stands and the scaling a la Spiderman of the side of the staircase (hi Harry!).

The other night as I was reading to Ellie, I heard what I thought was crying coming from the babies' room. I felt myself beginning to read a bit faster, knowing in a few more minutes I might have to excuse myself and go rock a baby. Or two. That's when Erin poked her head into Ellie's room and said, "Do you hear that?" 

"Yeah, someone's fussing," I replied. What else is new? I thought, somewhat exasperated, at the end of another long day.

"No, they're laughing. They're in there absolutely cracking each other up," Erin said.

And she was right. After I finished reading to Ellie, Erin and I stood outside Lucy and Harry's closed door, giddy grins on our faces,  listening to two babies giggling. At each other. With each other. If you haven't had the pleasure of hearing this sound, I recommend you arrange to make it happen.

So Much. They are So Much in every possible way. So much fun, so much joy, so much laughter, so much whining, so much crying, so much mess, so much work and so much love.

The above shot was taken a few mornings ago. You'll notice the three of us had coffee together (see my beloved cherry mug at the bottom of the frame). Well, they had milk. I had Stumptown (of course). This was on a weekday morning. Before work and school. Without going into a lot of detail, let's just say that the above scene was made possible by the fact that we have a new childcare arrangement that is allowing me to...wait for it...breathe.

What a concept.

Happy weekend, to all.