a walk to get brothers.

finn's shoes or hat fell off at least ten times along the way, causing an utter halt in progress each time.

evy had to hold my hand or she would melt down in a fit of tears.

the kids tried crossing the streets without looking both ways.

they fought over whose hands they got to hold.

they collected a dozen bits of nature to bring home and leave on the floor for me to step on later.

they argued.

they bugged each other.

evy held on to my jacket strings which made for slow going while the boys ran too far ahead.

the whole walk was absolutely perfect.

topped off by the most beautiful downpour just when we made it home.

and a giant kitchen mess brought to you by a sweet older brother who thought wet siblings and mamma needed hot chocolate.

these babies are both keeping me young and giving me gray hair.