the terrible two

i should crop this picture and stuff, but I'm too busy. Busy with the scallywags you see here. You're lucky enough I share a snapshot of what is typically my day. Except Ethan's more typically weilding a deadly black plastic spatula or a fistfull of HotWheels cars, or Jude's squirming from gas. But what you can't see, and is typical, is that its after 6:00 pm and just out of frame is my first glass of wine. But in truth, its only partially why I'm smiling. The other 2 reasons are in my arms.