Toddler tales ...

Tonight was a minor miracle ... THREE two year-olds got along so well that we (their four parents) thought we must be dreaming.  Watching your children learn to play well in the sandbox is a crazy thing ... frustrating, embarrassing (yep, my kid just shoved yours down for no apparent reason), hilarious and sweet.  We've had a weekly play date with Aven and Henri for the last six months and it's a very hit or miss sort of activity -- Their mom and I decided we're so thankful we met when we did or we might think we were the only one struggling THIS MUCH to raise toddlers.  Last week we took them berry picking and learned our lesson:  berry picking may require a 1:1 adult to child ratio.  In 2.5 hours we ended up with 1.5 pounds of berries.  Haha!  Most of our time was spent disciplining and alternating which girl was in time-out.  ("No Aven, you may not ram Amelia into the bushes with the wagon!"  Or, "No Amelia, you can't dump out all of Aven's snacks ... again.  And then shove down Henri."  Sigh.)  But since we don't take pictures of those moments ... we end up with pictures of our darling sweet angels that look more like these pictures :)  Well, in 30 years these are the ones we'll want to remember anyway, right?