“Mommy, when we came out of your tummy you gave us a birthday!” —James, thinking deep thoughts, almost two hours past his bedtime
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” —Mark Twain
bedtime
From Owen & James’s Room, 9:07pm
Owen: “Stop petting me! I’m not an animal!”
James: laughing
Owen: “I said stop petting me! I’m playing people! I’m a people! NOT AN AMINAL!”
James: laughing
Owen: “A PEOPLE! WE ARE PLAYING PEOPLE NOW! NOT ANIMALS! STOP PETTING ME!”
a moment of silence from both of them
James: crying, and then “Mama!”
“What strange creatures brothers are!” —Jane Austen
Go. To. Sleep.
Sophie (at 9:37pm, after asking for a glass of water, while both boys are screaming for me): “Why are you a little stompy right now?”
I guess the hardwood floor in her room did a poor job of hiding tonight’s frustration.
“There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson