How do they get the air inside the bubble wrap?

First, some Linky Love....
Scribbit has a totally cool, ridiculously easy "trick" for making cookies into witches' hats. I will definitely be doing this next year for Arun's Halloween party. Scoot on over and check out her cookies. She is looking for more ideas, so if you have one, be sure to include your own link.

Now, onto my regularly scheduled blather.....
Some days, I feel as if I have it all together. This whole "2 Under 2" thing, that is. However, all too often, I have days when my diaper bag tips over just as I am getting into the car and every single wheeled object in it tumbles out to commence with their own miniature NASCAR qualifying race underneath my car. Or days when I am convinced that Arun will never finish growing those molars. Never. Or days when I am at a park with Arun and he has a really dirty diaper which I discover accidentally after getting poo on my hands and only then do I realize that I have no wipes. Whatsoever. Or days when I show up to Target when they are resurfacing the parking lot and I cannot find parking close to the cart corrals, but then find out the carts have just returned to the store anyway and so I have to carry both kids all the way in with my arms burning in agony. Or days when we cannot get Arun to sleep for anything, not even for promises of a pony, puppy, ANYTHING which leads us to consider whether he might sleep best in the basement.

Then, I have days like today. When both kids laugh in unison at each other for the first time. And Arun freely gives kisses while Anjali dispenses gummy, toothless grins in return. And Arun counts to his toes perfectly without prompting. And Anjali pulls toys to her mouth for the first time. And dinner comes out just lovely and we feel cozy for having cooked something healthy. And then, we all go for a long walk together in the crisp autumn evening with a waxing moon just on the cusp of complete fullnes while airplanes zoom over our heads in the inky sky. And then, I lie in bed with Arun and he rubs his nose on mine as his eyes get huge and he smiles like the imp he is.

These are the days that make it worth the frustrating ones. These are the days that I hang on to, the memories that will surely make my heart ache when these obnoxious kids march off to college and out of our house. I know they will leave us someday and I truly do not want to waste too much time reflecting on the crappy days.

Therefore, I will tuck today into my heart and carry on.