Daddy, hurry up...

Today has been a great, but long day. We took the boys to soccer in the morning and ran a couple of errands afterwards. Came home, acted as a short order cook and made each person their own lunch. Braden wanted a "tuna sanwich", Jackson a "brown butter sammich" (peanut butter and jelly) and Flynn her butternut squash and avocado. We took the boys upstairs to put them down for naps in the hopes that they would sleep for a couple of hours so we could get some yard work done.

Not 10 minutes into starting our outdoor adventure, we looked inside and saw little bodies getting shoes and coats on. GAME OVER...no naps for these little creatures means nastiness for the rest of the afternoon. Mind you, they are able to get to a certain point in the late afternoon as pleasant fun loving boys but right around 4pm is where the exhaustion REALLY SETS IN and their horns start to sprout. They just become little devils...to each other and to us.

This particular early evening it was Jackson's turn to just melt down. He did nothing but whine and cry until the second he fell asleep. Since we were out and about we decided to order pizza from one of the new take out places in town. Mike asked both boys if they wanted to go with him to pick up the pie and Braden of course replied that he was in. Jackson on the other hand continued to whine and cry about who knows what, that was Mike's clue to get the heck out while he could. As both Mike and Braden walked out towards the garage Braden tells Mike, "daddy, hurry up before Jackson decides to come".

Mike called me immediately to tell me what Braden said, laughing that it's not just us (Mike and I) that are tired of hearing Jackson's non-stop nonsense. Our three year old was ready to go crazy himself!!!

To see it through their eyes...