the four kids
the big ones they are the best of friends, they are the worst of friends. every other minute this is true with our two big ones. they are either totally obsessed with each other; following each other around, giggling to the point that you want to smack them both, or sitting so closely together their legs are intertwined. Or they're screaming at each other, "I don't like that!" mocking each other, tattle-telling, or threatening to never play with each other again. And the noise these two create. Sweet baby Jesus, the noise. There is no phrase I say more often during the day then, "please try to be more quiet." Their regular voice noise level is set at an eight -so any kind of excitement knocks it up to about a fifteen and puts me at risk of sending me over the edge. I know, someday it will be quiet, I know. but seriously....it.is.so.very.loud. They are polar opposites in almost all ways which brings out the lacking part in each other. ...