Night time rituals

The Sharps are hanging in there--I think. I think the the most difficult thing for me is to actually have to give my attention to another other than Sam. He too is struggling. I love Sof, that goes without saying, but my heart breaks for Sam. He claims she cries all the time. She really doesn't. He claims I hold her all the time. I don't. He is terribly sad that she gets to stay home and he has to go to school. That is a bit of a bummer. But with all that said. They love being together. They have formed a sweet bond and when they are good they are very good--but of course the flip side of that is ....when they are bad they are...horrid! Ahhh the ugly green monster has visited us quite a bit the last few days. However, I think it is driving me more crazy than either of them. They really do claim of being happy to be brother and sister. Even tonight Sam wanted to lick one of Sofie's candys. She said no because she didn't want to spread germs. He told her that now they were brother and sister they now had the same germs. Ruse to get the candy?...possibly, but nonetheless sweet to hear. And she did, by the way, quickly agree.

Last night for FHE we talked about building a loving home together. We played an FHE game I took off the internet that had a path, you rolled die and decided whether the description on the space in which you landed helped build good, happy families. With each roll we put together a piece of a puzzle which in the end, of course, ended being a home with a "happy" family standing right outside. We then decided to build our own haunted (home) mansion. I know you all thought I was trying to poison my children with all the orange and green dye in the frosting...the thought may have crossed my mind after the first 30 disagreements but murder is foul and Dave and I couldn't possibly build a happy family without kids.....or could we??? I jest of course, we love them both more than either one of us could possibly imagine. When I look at these two loves of my life I am over come with joy and gratitude. So of course this too will pass but I think Dave and I are aiming for the eternities for the happy part--this is kind of hard. But we're good. We really are.

Dave took some pics of the kids before bedtime last night. I thought he was a regular Ansel Adams with the lens. Of course the objects don't hurt being so dang cute!