Play Hard, Play Long, Play Fast

Play play play . . . you know you're a mom when brightly colored objects litter the floors and you nearly break your ankles on them or at least leave lasting indentations on bottom of feet (can't wait for the skateboards).

Playing 'Pass the Binky' . . .

Fighting over a fly-swatter (did I already mention sterility is a dirty word in our house?) . . .

Pushing brothers in wagon (pausing to pet Tsega's curls) . . .

Bereket cried every time he reached the end of the room (mama kept turning it around for another lap). . . here the rug stopped him . . .

Color coordinated play . . .

Camera cases excite us . . .

Drop-your-pants-fun with cabinets (not as many snaps are getting snapped these days) . . . Variation of this game: swing cabinet or french door to one brother who swings it back to him from the other side . . .

Climbing couches. . .

Or yoga on couches . . . (See the red lip? Maybe mama shouldn't let him do these things . . . )

One beautiful boy, two toys . . .

Taking a sleepy milk break, play later . . .