Crazy.

James and I are feeling a little overwhelmed. We had a good weekend, but the combination of grief, anticipation for the new baby and spring fever are all taking hold. Neither of us is function at our highest levels. I have some big "to dos" to finish before the baby is born - none even a little related to the baby or our own house preparation. James is about ready to kill me for nonchalantly agreeing to more things all the time. I realize I have a problem. No need for intervention.

Today needed to be a "head cracking" get everything done sort of day. It hasn't been quite that way...

So after a fun morning play date, I was getting ready to send the boys upstairs for naps. In a matter of a very few short minutes, what I thought was happy playing in the sun room turned into a brawl of "popcorn" wrestling and throwing. These pictures do not clearly show what a true mess the boys created. The friction from the wrestling and the boys intentional crushing and breaking up of the "popcorn" pieces made it look like it was snowing in the dining room. When you sweep up the mess - about 1/3 floats into the air and sticks to your clothes, the walls or whatever it connects with. ARRRRGGGGG.

If I hadn't been through everything that we've been through lately, I'm pretty sure I would have had to call a neighbor or children protective services. Instead, I avoided tears and screaming and took some deep breaths and a few pictures. They were having so much fun. I know that childhood playtime and exuberance are fleeting, but I am SURE the popcorn remnants will live on until the end of time.