They are working together

The kids are now actually working together. Playing. Today was another day like that.

I've got hope for the future.

90% good

I think that I might be giving my friends an inaccurate impression of our kids. Sure, they might sometimes try to kill each other, climb furniture, or smear glaxal base moisturizing cream all over the walls. But what people miss is that they are doing this together. My kids do love each other very much (90-95% of the time). They love playing with each other (as long as no one is hungry or sleepy). They are expert sharers (as long as there are snacks for each person). It is an ideal family (with only mild bouts of screaming, kicking, and punching).

One child opens the glaxal base and points, the other smears it on the things pointed to. Teamwork.

I only tell people those "OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!" stories because, well, those are the funnier ones. Do I tell people how they were quietly reading together, laughing while playing princess dress up, or playing well outside together? No. No one (other than us) wants to hear the nice stories.

With that, I think that my kids are typical siblings. Maybe even taking their example from The Good Book - specifically Genesis 4:1–8

How I spent today

The house is a mess. Piles of dishes. There's so much grit on the floor I'm starting to think I live on a beach.

What did we do? We biked to a park and played. Then the library while Laura picked out kids books and I watched puppet shows put on by the kids and played toys with them. Then home, Isaac asleep. Alice and I assembled an ikea kids picnic table. Lunch on the patio. Then play (shower for me), snack, and yubaed to another park for more playtime. BBQ dinner. Stories and then kids to bed. 

The house is no cleaner than before. Probably more sandy actually. More dishes piled up. Somehow even more toys spread out underfoot.

Looking at it, today was an excellent use of our time.

Where are oooou?

The little ways that Isaac speaks are right are super cute. He'll says "Ah-yes (Alice). Where arrrrre oooouuu?". He'll go through a list of people. I think that he just likes the sound of his voice.

He's very cute. They both are. However, they are starting to work together. Together against us. There is no way that this ends well for me.

*sigh*

Who are you little one?

Who is the little girl who's going to be joining our family? What are you going to be like? Are you going to let us sleep? Will you make spaceship sounds like your brother? Squeal with delight like your sister? Enjoy a princess gown as much as both of your siblings?

Or will you be just your own person? Someone we'll get to know over time as you and your sister and brother continue to teach us?

I'm anxious to get to meet you. But not too anxious. Take your time. We'll be waiting with cuddles at the ready.

"So.... did you mean to do that?"

Did you mean for that to happen?
Was it an accident?
What happened? Was it a mistake? Surprise?

No. The answer is no.

So far variations of this question has come up for every person we've mentioned we're having a third child. It's... tiring. I'm glad that people feel comfortable asking us this, and honestly it sort of amuses me. But I'm done with this question, even though I know we'll be asked this more.