The boys are just busy and nowhere near sleep. Huge fort, crafted from couch cushions and pillows, adorns our living room at this very second. They're taking turns hand-cuffing each other. They're laughing together.
There's a big ol' windstorm blowing through right now. Blew one of our wicker chairs clean off the porch.
I'm sure our backyard is littered with the diapers I hung out at dusk.
Does life get any better?