Routine bathing of the twins
Something tells me that someday, I'm going to miss things as mundane as making sure the kids get washed up. When I'm at work and I'm telling my stories to co-workers who don't have kids, they smile and nod and their eyes kind of glaze over. I can tell they're thinking "Yeah, that sounds really cute, but having kids seems exhausting. Can these moments really be worth all the work and sacrifice, and lack of money, lack of privacy, lack of rest, and lack of freedom?"
If they asked me out loud, I'd say, "Hell yeah."
I wouldn't trade these moments or these years for any freedom, money, or experience in the world. I just hope I remember to try harder to lock them into my memory, because they'll be grown up way too soon.
Oh great, now I'm getting verklempt.
(top: L-R, Paige got undressed and I discovered that she's been rather creative today, "I need four pictures for a collage so give me some nice smiles", standard tub play, how superheroes and polly-pockets party.)