A life at home with the kids moves so very, very slowly and so neck-breakingly fast. This is one of those times I wish would move much more slowly. The combination of almost-three-and-a-half and ten months old is a magical, charmed moment when both children are so sweetly lovely, so giggly and fun, so unwittingly hilarious that I would like to stop right here for a good long time and pour both of my children out on the floor and roll around in them for a while.
My resolution this year is to worry less about whether the floors are clean or my ass is flabby or the children need their nails cut and just revel a bit more in the blissful moments when they come along. I'm much more an obsessor than a reveler, so we'll see how it goes.