This weekend felt like the "before" footage from an episode of Super Nanny. Like, I've had my low moments as a mom, the girls have their fair share of low moments too. But we have never really tried to cram as many as possible into one weekend, so I had no idea what that might feel like until now. I really cannot recommend it. I also really cannot explain it. My best guess is that we all have colds and all I want to do is curl up under the covers and all the girls want to do is throw themselves on the ground and scream. Also, we are starting to pack our stuff up to move, so our already small place feels even smaller (and more dangerous, if you are in the mood for a little body-flinging tantrum. Which I am.) Every time I passed a child to someone else, I wanted to say, "no tag backs!" and run away.
The good news is, it wasn't all screaming and crying. Just kidding, it was. Sort of. But even still, one of the highlights was Saturday morning when I took the girls to the park. We had the park almost all to ourselves, it was just us and another cute 1.5 yr old boy with a really nice mom. A couple times the little boy got a little aggressive with Maggie (I didn't even flinch, it was like watching a little boy version of Maggie. Very typical toddler stuff. His mom and I were both OK letting the kids work it out on their own because, they did; it was pretty tame) but both times, Hannah ran over to Maggie to give her a hug and said (to the boy and his mom), "this is my sister!" and then asked Maggie if she was OK. So. Stinking. Cute.