Between the Bookends

Well, every rose has its thorn, or so the poet laureate of Pennsylvania once crooned. Yesterday was pretty much perfect; the kind of day where you say jokingly to your husband, "On days like this, we could do six kids." (And then your husband looks at you, frozen in terror, to make sure you are in fact just kidding.) Today's been a mixed bag so far. If by mixed I mean the kind of bag that might usefully double as a noose. For me, of course. Little Miss Mary has been quite contrary, and tried on an hour-long tantrum for size this morning, thereby losing our Monday trip to Moms' Group. I wasn't that sad, though, because it was a perfect morning to be at the playground. As soon as she shut it, we spent a happy hour there. Cody, in particular, has been practicing his big brother skills, and has been doing an awfully good job. (I deleted the photo where the arm-around-the-shoulders looks much more like a headlock.)

For some reason, Cordelia wanted no part of sliding down herself today. Probably she was just testing Cody to see how much she could make him do her bidding.

 We have our answer.

In case you were wondering, another tantrum happened once we got home. It's pretty much been going on all day. But again, this is why we have digital cameras--they help us in the all-important and sanity-protecting work of selectively remembering our children's childhoods.