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There is nothing like my children playing nicely, or getting along. It's almost magical when it happens, and it allows me a moment to watch them and observe.

Right now, Annie and Izzie are taking turning jumping off a small basket. They're talking back and forth about jumping. They both insisted that I put ponies in their hair, and they're wearing matching outfits. When they're not getting into all sorts of mischief, they play quite well together. Now that they're both talking so much, it's fun to listen to them because they sound so different. Izzie has a higher pitched voice than Annie, and she pronounces her words a bit better. She also whines more when she wants Annie to stop something, or doesn't get her way. They may be twins, but there's not much about them that is similar.

Yesterday the refused to take a nap. The very last time I went up to their room to check on them, they were diaperless, so I changed them and got them up. Meg and Drew were watching Cars on DVD so the girls puttered around until the movie was over and the living room was big-kid free. Izzie climbed up into my lap and fell asleep. She hasn't done that in a long time. Meg and Drew came downstairs for something and were so in awe of Izzie sleeping that Meg covered her with a blanket, and Drew gave her sweet kisses. It's moments like these that remind me why I wanted kids in the first place. Their little acts of kindness can be so darn adorable.

Of course if you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you know that Izzie woke up from that little nap, barfed all over me (THREE times) and then went to bed. Amazing how barf can ruin a perfectly good moment.