I Always Love A Good Air Guitar

I think this is the time of our life that I am going to miss the most once our kids grow up. I love listening to Jude and Eli converse and play together, I want to bottle up Eli's adorableness, and I wish Audrey would always stay this small and cute. Of course, I am beyond tired and sometimes wonder how I'll make it through another day of an endless list of "to do"s, but it's fairly easy to get over the slump when you find your kids as cute as I do mine. The other day in the car, Jude closed his eyes, bit his bottom lip, and moved to the beat of a song on the radio. It was so cute that I tried capturing it on camera at home but my attempt failed because he knew what I was doing. Eli, however, did NOT know what I was doing and danced to his heart's content:

I found the boys lounging in Jude's bed together when I came out of the shower on Sunday. These kinds of moments melt my heart. I say this because about two minutes after I took this picture, they were screaming and fighting with each other:

This past Sunday at church, a woman asked what daycare I send my kids to because she has a friend who is looking for one and she thought to ask me because she noticed our kids are so well-behaved. For a split second I thought she mistook me for someone else since these days I feel like our kids are so out of control. I don't have enough fingers or toes to count how many times a day Jude and Eli fight with each other or are disobedient. You know the mother you see at the market or store who looks worn down and at her wit's end? Yeah, that's me. I tell Kwang that I absolutely hate hearing me talk sometimes, because I sound like a... a... mom.
That's why I wish Audrey would stay her delightful, teeny, tiny self. The goofiest smile that brightens my day every day: