... of an emotional roller coaster

I have discovered that having kids (at least for me) is a little like having manic depression. We can have a great morning filled with giggles and politeness, art projects and obedience. Only to be followed by an afternoon filled with fervent prayers for peace in my heart as they refuse to sleep in their over tired state, or talk so loudly in "their" (read: his) bed that "they" wake the other just fell asleep one up. Or wake/keep themselves up trying to poop. Or put "their" hands in "their" poopy diapers in "their" beds to be discovered by me with hands covered in poop after an hour of obviously not going to sleep (guess who). On a side note: I hope that does not become a regular occurrence. Thumb sucking and poopy hands cannot intermingle in one child. One or both must stop immediately. If I had to pick one it would be the latter.

So this afternoon has been a bit of a low. With any luck, this evening will be filled with happiness and goodness again. If not, there's always tomorrow.

Here's some pictures of the fun art project morning. I didn't get any pictures of the poopy afternoon. I would apologize, but I don't think you're probably that disappointed.

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... of the tipping point

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