twitterpated.

totally and completely twitterpated by my babies.  

and my husband.  

i mean, obviously, right?  but sometimes, you just have to share your love with the world.  (as if i hold anything back when it comes to blogging, you know?!)

is it normal to love something so itty bitty, so much?  i think so.  after all these years and all these times of thinking i couldn't love these little faces any more...

a day goes by... 

and i do.

i especially love bath time.  beyond the getting clean, i love how nicely they play in the bath.  i love the chatter between them.  jack:  duey sit down, pwease.  you gonna faw down.  you be danger.  and dylan:  shriek!  squawk!  eeeee!  he tries.  oh, does he try.  they take turns placing wrinkly handfuls of bubbles on each other's noggin which almost always ends in fits of laughter.  but, you know what i think i love mostest?  wet eyelashes.  the way the water brings them all together, like miracle-magic-mascara.  and what melts my heart the mostest?  when dylan is all over it.  she has a high sign, and it's marvelous.  she sits there, rather pathetic-like, sucking her thumb, rubbing her ear (or if jackie's close, i've observed her rubbing his ear) and in extra-tired occasions, she will rest her cheek on her shoulder.  she's too much.  i can't even deal.  twitterpated.

oh!  did you hear that?  that was my heart, melting into a puddle on the floor.  (or maybe it was just from all the damn splashing...)    

that old adage that sex begins in the kitchen, well... not that i know anything about that, really, but it's more the idea that it's the little things that our spouses do for us that can have such a huge impact.  drenched from the kiddos during the dueling bath routine, i came around the corner to catch my husband in an act RARELY witnessed.  loch ness monster-rare.  and when i say rare, i mean, like, i'm not sure he's ever washed a dish in this house.  (if you think that's trash-talk, fightin' words, he will be the first to tell you that he doesn't do dishes.)  but, ahhh, whatta sight.  i had been taking pictures of the crazy ones during their bath, so i had the ol' nikon in my grasp when i spotted mr. lineman.  twitterpated.   

besides being all mushy and lovey-dovey here, i have to tell you; these kids are my number one source for laughter these days.  i haven't seen a movie, not since old school, that has made me laugh as hard as i laugh daily at my offspring.  

wind turbines?  

nah, you just need to bottle this energy to facilitate power.  

i swear.

in between bites of dinner, this happened.  

the more jb and i laughed, the faster she'd pop out to grub and duck back under.  

ostrich-style.

total nut.

yook at mama takin picture.  sit still, duey.  

i wonder where he gets his bossiness from...

 tonight, i was blessed with this series.