Scene from last weekend, past the hour when Chris and I expect to be done for the day with our adorable but exhausting children...
Jacob: (crying) Bryan won't let me go to sleep.
Bryan: (crying) Jacob hit me.
Jacob: (crying and indignant) I had to hit him because he wouldn't let me finish "The Beach Song."
Bryan: (crying louder) He won't listen to my joke.
Jacob: (still crying) He won't let me finish my song. He's calling me a fat lady.
Chris and me: (laughing) Seriously. Go to bed right now. We're going to think this is funny for like one more minute.
We don't always laugh at their various behavior problems.** I just tend to blog more about those. We're like little kids - we get to the giggly stage of tired.
In other news, Rand's infant skateboarding career was short lived. He rocked out for about five minutes and was over it by the time I got the camera.
*We sang "To God Be the Glory" every night of our '09 beach trip. It is now "The Beach Song" to the brothers h.
**Sometimes we flip out and occasionally we handle them maturely and seriously.