They think it is hysterical and for whatever reason, Blake *usually* seems to like all the laughing and commotion as well. But by about 2 minutes into the "game", the volume in the house reaches the level where the neighbors are probably reaching for their remote to turn up their TV.
That is usually when I step in and act as the family fun ruiner, ceasing all chasing, screaming, and flailing around with my five week old involved.
Which brings me to: can you just imagine my life in ten years?
I am going to go ahead and predict that I won't have much time for blogging when they're teens. I will probably spend the majority of my time following them around to make sure they are not video taping themselves doing crazy boy stunts like pushing themselves down a flight of stairs as they sit in a shopping cart.
**Please overlook the permanent Kool-Aid mustache on Davis and the Nutella on Hayden's cheek. No time for face-washing these days.
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