My tiny humans

I think my children have been poisoned with crazy dust.
No, seriously.
Is it just little boys or are all children just a little bit certifiable?
My dear boys run from room to room, jump from couch to couch, throwing this and that, fighting and hugging, cuddling and hitting, in and out of time out, eating their food, my food, their dad's food, growling like bears, quacking like ducks, sneak attacking their daddy, demanding hugs and kisses and juice boxes and crackers and toys to be opened and books to be read again and again... and again. 

On Sunday, Isaiah was impatiently waiting for Wesley to wake up from his nap - "Mommy, when is Wessie going to wake up? Mommy, when is Wessie going to wake up?"  When we finally heard Wesley's stirs over his baby monitor, Isaiah bolted upstairs to his room, burst open his door and screamed: "You're awake!"  Wesley danced and hopped until I freed him from his crib, only to saunter right over to Isaiah and bite him on the back.  I scolded Wesley who dramatically melted into my arms mumbling, "Babeee, ba ba, babeee, crach-uhhh!!!"  Which is Wesley for: "You don't want to yell at this cute ba-bee do you?  I just want my bottle and a cracker."  Isaiah screamed and wailed and ran back downstairs.  Then he proceeded to pile couch cushions around his toys on the floor of the living room.  When I asked him what he was doing he said, "Building a gate so Wesley can never play with me again because I'm not going to love him anymore." 

The drama...
...but oh, how I love those little boogers.

My one and only New Year's resolution was to get more sleep.  In bed by ten... at the latest... Last night, I was in bed by 11, woke up at 4 because Wessie wanted to come in our bed, stayed up until 6 because I couldn't go back to sleep and my alarm (Isaiah) came in the room demanding breakfast for them both ("Mooommyyy, we want breakfasssst.") at 7.  Should I just resign myself to be (happy but) exhausted and controlled by tiny crazy humans?  Maybe I should just try to lose weight... that is slightly more realistic...

Happy New Year!