Sometimes...

Sometimes

children, their blankets, and the tv from the workout room are relocated to Mom and Dad's room just for one day while work is being done on the walls in the playroom. (because we are finally moving along on that project again!)

Sometimes
this makes them silly.

Sometimes
they don't rest as well as they might have otherwise.
But it is still fun.

Sometimes

you get your carpets cleaned.

And it is glorious.

Sometimes
the guy leaves a bunch of floor fans overnight.
The really good kind.
The kind you had when you accidentally flooded the laundry room and hallway last fall.
And the kind you had when your bathtub accidentally flooded your spare room downstairs earlier this summer.
We know these fans.
Sometimes
they blow stuff across the room if you set it right in front of them.

Like books.

Sometimes
the best part is chasing it all around the room.

Sometimes
if there isn't room in front of the fan for you, you just start jumping off the furniture instead.

Sometimes
being cute for the camera is fun too.

Sometimes
you and your sibling can't stop fighting so Dad makes you hug until you decide to be nice.

Sometimes
this is enough to get you in more trouble for being too silly when you are supposed to be in trouble.
Sometimes
Mom shouldn't take pictures of you when you are in trouble.
It might send the wrong message.

Sometimes
brand new tiny baby nieces are born to your brother and sister in law and make you melt.
And be weepy all weekend.
And be a proud aunt.
And love her to pieces.

Sometimes
she doesn't love the flash on your camera.
But that doesn't mean she doesn't love you (even if she doesn't know it yet).
And it doesn't mean that her head isn't the size of the palm of your hand.
(Just had to throw that in there. Can't get over it.)

Sometimes
...no always...
babies are the best thing ever.

Welcome, Cynthia Marie Hawkes!
We love you!