Ah, kids.

I love my children at this age. Some days I find myself wishing they were older but then I realize they won't need me as much anymore. (Which doesn't sound too bad at times when I can hardly go to bathroom by myself. Anyway.) Today was a trying day on me because we had another snow storm. Fifth day out of the past week and a half of being cooped up inside. Does mother nature not understand that I have a *almost* four-year-old boy who needs his time outside to yell, run, jump, and play in the dirt?? That is one of the reasons why people live in Texas, right?

This boy. My firstborn. He will always hold a special place in my heart because he broke me into being a mother. He is so obedient - okay, about eighty percent of the time - and is turning into my little helper. He cracks me up, too. The other day I asked him what he wanted to eat and he replied with, "Anything that has sugar in it." Totally serious about it, too. The answer has changed in the last couple of days - now he says, "Anything you make me." Did I tell you I love this kid?

Just look at him. What is there not to love?

(Mid-flip, still clutching his beloved 'Puppy'. He's not very creative with naming things.)

And this little girl. I love her to pieces - everything from her red hair to her unique personality - but she was one of the "trying" parts of today.

Here is a list of things that she did today, all more than once:

-Climbed up on the counter in the bathroom and turned on the water, attempting to wash her hands all by herself.

-Flushed the toilet many times through out the day. Luckily she never put anything in it.

- Went into our bathroom and took our toothbrushes and toothpaste out. (She also knows how to unscrew lids. It's wonderful.)

-Climbed up onto the chair in our computer room, found some lotion and put it on her hands and then smeared it onto our laptop.

-Played with the ash in our fireplace with the fire pokers.

-Emptied out most of her clothes from her dresser.

How am I supposed to get anything done around here? It's either clean/pick-up my house and leave her to her own devices, or spend my day just chasing her around and clean up her messes.

I am aware that this won't last forever, and I am really fortunate to stay at home with my kids. I wouldn't have it any other way. But today I feel like venting, and so I am.

But aren't they so cute? It's a good thing they are. And it's a good thing they were sent to our family.