The thing about chaos, is that while
it disturbs us, it too, forces
our hearts to roar in a way we
secretly find magnificent.
Everyday, something comical happens in my new family. I have never smiled so much in my life. Everyday something frustrating happens. Something disgusting. Something maddening. Something exciting. Something adorable. Oh, so very adorable. Something tragic. Something magic. Something nerve-wrecking. Something inspiring. Something hilarious. Something aggravating. Something beautiful. Something sad. Something stressful. Something enlightening. A friend with twin toddlers said it perfectly, "I hate them and love them in extremes every day, many times a day." In one instance, a few of them are purposefully kicking one another, crying, screeching, being so horribly loud. In the next, they have decided to build a roadway, and the three of them are lying on the floor, cheeks against the ground, quietly pushing their motor vehicles along the tracks.
Brock springs out of his seat at the mention of going somewhere, such as the store, insisting we leave his brother's home. Moments later, while on a walk, I threaten to ditch his trailing brother, and head back home without him. Brock cries, is genuinely worried, and will not leave his brother behind. Curtis decided to be potty-trained the other day. This is glorious. He has also decided he needs zero assistance. Ever. This is disastrous. One word. Poop. If George doesn't get his point across with his one, made up word. He just repeats it, LOUDER. And boxes you out to corral you to wherever he needs you. This habit is both highly irritating, and utterly entertaining. I laugh, all the time...he takes this as encouragement. It's not. Mitch can crawl. Sort of. He adorably attempts to find me throughout the house, and when he does, he tries to gnaw on my toes. I cannot make eye contact with him, or he expects to be held. I don't know where he got this idea. Maybe it's because I'd be happy to oblige, and he knows it, but there are usually 3 other things to attend to at any given moment. And by "things" I mean Brock, Curtis and/or George.