My big kids are down in Miami visiting my mother and sisters in law. I know they're having a blast, but I miss them so much! It's so funny: they're here all the time and they fight, make big-kid messes, and keep the baby from napping. Sometimes make funny comments and remarks that flirt with the line of disrespect. They track dirt in the house and occasionally leave the door open and let bugs fly in.
You know what, though? I miss it all. I love my crazy big boys. I love watching them discover the world. I love being the one to teach them the difference between being funny and being rude (even though it's usually rude and funny). They do help out tremendously. For every time they wake the baby up, there are several more times that they play with him and keep him happy. They have gotten to know many of his cues and are incredibly in-tune with him. Seeing the way they interact with their baby brother swells my heart in a way that nothing else ever can. Nothing else even comes close.
So, with all that, I say that I MISS MY CRAZY BIG BOYS!
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