I am only 23.

Ah, back to the good ole blog. I have been ridiculously busy lately. With what you ask? I couldn't tell ya. I always have something that needs to be done and I feel like I am go-go-go all the time but then at the end of the day, I think back and cannot figure out what I did at all. It's depressing. Seems like being so exhausted should at least show some kind of progress. But alas, 'tis not the case. There are still always dishes, laundry and toys scattered around. My kids are always dirty it seems, no matter how many baths I give. Mikey is always putting something in his mouth and then deciding to share with Adam (I don't know why he thinks he should pre-chew the food because we certainly never did that with him) It is strange though, at the end of the day, more often than not, I feel fulfilled. It is a confusing feeling because I can sit on the couch and come up with a million more things to do but when both the boys are fed, changed and sleeping and my husband sits next to me with his arm around me, I feel good. 

The other day I was talking to a friend and she was surprised that I was 23 with two kids. She was kind of rude when she said "Don't you feel trapped? So young and two kids already. How are you ever going to do anything with your life now?" I looked at her, genuinely confused, and said " Actually, think about it this way. I have a college degree, a great husband with a wonderful job, two awesome kids and I am only 23. Sounds like to me I am winning."

I mean really, look at this life...

This is what I found when I came into the living room the other day. Awesome. When I made him clean them up I could not believe the fit that happened. The terrible twos seem to be coming-bad news.

Adam with his Aunty Shelly. We are still working on looking at the camera haha

Jake carrying the boys. Mikey used to love this but not so much anymore. Adam, however, still a fan

Matchy-matchy. Awesome. Mikey likes to climb into the laundry basket and have Jake pull him and Adam around the kitchen. They love it- all three of 'em.

They do this for about 10 minutes at least. They used to use an ethernet cable but then I found a rope- better I think.

Mikey prefers the white basket I think. No wheels= easier to climb into, however, harder for Jake to pull

Sunday morning family movie. Mikey woke up at 7 (which is way early for him) so we watched Mulan while eating muffins and drinking juice.