I don't have a picture to accompany this post. I wish I did, but I don't. As an expectant stay-at-home mom of 2 children ages 3 and 20months, my days are filled with. . . well, I don't really know what they are filled with. . . but I sure am tired by the end of it all. Sometimes I'm discouraged. Sometimes I'm fearful. Sometimes I'm weepy. Sometimes I'm "fed-up". And sometimes, like tonight, I laugh out loud right before I turn in for the night remembering a moment that wasn't so funny at the time. What brought the impromtu smile to my face? Earlier today, I heard a scuffle in the living room while I was changing over the laundry in the laundry room. Grrrr. . .that's it. somebody is going to get it. [Here's where I smile (though at that time I was still grrr...ing inside).] My little boy turns the corner with an unforgettable grimace on his face and a green crayon streak running down his cheek. I guess when it came to Battle Crayons, sister won. Unfortunately for Olivia, the arm of the sofa was not quite as washable as her little brother.