memorial day observed at the lyons' den...

The scene: Logan and Caleb are downstairs playing some sort of Star Wars - Indiana Jones - Narnia - Bionicles hybrid of a game. I'm sitting at the computer checking email, stumbling the internet, working on a few things and doing a little shopping. Lynn is napping (he got up early with the brood so I could sleep in...lucky me!) and Molly is wandering the upstairs looking for things to occupy herself. After a few minutes of occupying herself, Molly toddles over and climbs into my lap while I'm working. She falls asleep. My heart twitterpates...I still love to look down and see one of my babies sound asleep in my lap or on Lynn's shoulder...it makes my ovaries itch. I get up to put Molly down with her daddy and turn around to a pile of toilet paper scattered all over the floor in front of the boys' room. I step over the mess and head to our bedroom where I am about to describe the baby's masterpiece to Lynn when Caleb is heard bounding up the stairs and then gasping, "What the heck!? Oh my gosh, what happened here? Logan! You HAVE to come SEE this!"



He is clearly impressed with whomever has accomplished the destruction. Lynn and I laugh at the admiration and astonishment in his voice and all the while Miss Molly sleeps like a little angel.