These are the days of our lives

As sands in the hour glass, so these are the days of our lives. And believe you me, there's nothing soap opera-esque about our lives--no love triangles, no long-lost brothers who've magically reappeared as the evil villain, no secret love child. Nope, around here there's just a whole lot of normal, mundane, every day life. So here's what we've been up to in  the days of our lives.

Vacuuming. The below picture shows my two kids at 3:30 in the afternoon, sitting on Will's bed, still in their pajamas, watching a show on the little DVD player while I attempted to vacuum. Of course, it didn't last too long b/c Lucy rolled right into the crack in between the bed and the wall.

Sleeping. Lately, this is our bedtime routine with Will. Tuck him in, tell him a story and quickly fall asleep with him. It's just so comfy in his bed.

Bathing.  Is it possible to keep a four-year-old boy clean in the summer? It's all right if you want to just jump through this computer and squish those little cheeks.  She really is just that cute.

Wrestling/crying.  Far too much of it with my two kids.  Do you think she likes it?  Poor Lucy.

Picture-taking.  Any chance he gets, Will steals the camera and takes pictures of every last thing.  Or of himself, as evidenced below.

Playing.  There are some rare moments when my kids play well together.  Lucy adores her brother, but mostly prefers he stay at arm's length.  I don't blame her. He's a bit of a brute.

Cleaning.  Cleaning, cleaning and more cleaning.  It may be impossible to ever keep a house cleaned with two kids.  On this particular day, I cleaned the bathroom and Will surprised me by folding all these towels so nicely, and then stacking them in the laundry basket.  I was so impressed I had to take a picture of it.  He really is such a good helper.

Waking.  Will loves to get Lucy when she wakes up from naps and in the morning.  It's really so cute.  He just runs in, flips on the light, and jumps in the crib.  You should see her smile at him.  It is one of my happiest moments.

Eating.  And what is this girl's favorite thing to eat?  Why paper, of course.  Any chance she gets, she just beelines it straight for the paper.  And look how happy she is eating an old Ensign.  What can I say?  She's already nourishing herself, literally, on the good word of God.  We teach 'em young to love the scriptures.

Reading.  Will loves to read or be read to.  So I charge him with the task of reading to Lucy.  Of course, he can't read, but he can semi-remember most of his books.  It's too fun seeing what he comes up with for some books.  And yes, my children are in their pajamas once again--their Christmas jammies, mind you.  And Lucy's bottom buttons aren't buttoned because she is just too darn squirmy these days.

Baking.  This is how Will awaits the cooking of the cookies.  His favorite thing in the whole wide world is a cookie.  Hands down.  Just like his mama.

Random photo placement here--but Lucy eating more paper.

Swinging.  I love, love, love it.  Will loves to push this girl and she loves it.  Of course, he also likes to hang on the swing, spin her in circles--and I mean teacup fast circles--and give her underdog pushes, but Lucy always smiles throughout it all.  Good girl.

And some things not pictured: biking--any chance any or all of us can get--we love to bike in our house.  And Will can ride "with not out any training wheels" as he proudly declares to anyone who will listen.  Bribing--any time I have to go shopping, run errands, etc., it's the only way I can get my shopping done in peace. And even with the bribery, it's hardly peaceful. I went to the mall the other day to return a $10 pair of shorts and ended up paying $8 at the chocolate store just to keep Will happy.  Should have kept the shorts!  Feeding--does anyone else feel that is all they do all day long???? Feeding someone or another? Dish-doing, singing (mostly songs from Annie--Will loves him his Annie), game-playing (Uno, Bingo, Busy Town Mysteries), coloring (print me off something is a plea I hear daily--too bad our printer is broken).

And though our lives are not nearly as dramatic and surely not as entertaining as a soap opera, these are our days and we wouldn't want our lives any other way (well, a secret love child might come in handy--if he/she were old enough to babysit, I'd take it)!