Rosie is having her once a month Fussy Day where for most of an afternoon I can’t figure out if she’s gassy or teething or tired or just totally incensed that Duke lost last night or WHAT, but in the meantime we walk and bounce and walk and bounce in an endless loop around the house while I try to eat a sandwich with one hand and she yelps and squirms the hours away.

But hey, like I said: ONCE A MONTH.  This is doable.

There was a brief respite right as Noah was getting up from rest time where she was pacified, and I was lucky enough to capture it:

So maybe today’s a little hard, but so what.  These are the best damn kids ever.