What are you doing?

I think I ask that question 72 times a day. At some point I will realize that 2 and 3 year old brains don't work quite like an adult brain. I used to think (like as in last week) that McKay was my calm child but she is quickly learning from Kimball how to push all my buttons and make massive messes in the time it takes me to go for a potty break. Am I the only one who cleans my house 4 times a day and still has to explain to my dear husband why it looks like a tornado hit our little apartment when he gets home from work? I've learned to clean 5 minutes before he gets home but still spotless is unheard of around here. Do I sound tired? I am. So just for the fun of it we thought we'd throw one more wee one into the mix, which may be part of the reason I'm tired. I'm sure I will be full of energy and spunk in Feb after birthing the little guy (hoping for a boy.) If I haven't lost my mind by then I surely will shortly thereafter.



The reason for the title of this blog, yes she is eating a cube of butter! We may have to watch her cholesterol levels later in life.




Our little fashionista! Lookin' good.




Nothing like a good sword fight with the noodles to settle them down for bedtime! Thanks Dad!