So A Good Time Was Had By All, Even If You Are A Marmot

Over the weekend I discovered a few things:

1. Nap time is the most important time of day when you are the parent of a two year old. For your own sanity.

2. Parents of twins and closely spaced siblings deserve a special place in heaven what with double the diaper duty, bath time shenanigans, lame excuses for not going to bed, multiple changes of clothes per day, in-stereo shouting, laughing, whining, crying, screaming.

3. Taking two toddlers to PF Chang's during nap time is a bad idea.

4. Watching a couple of two year olds play and be silly is very entertaining. And I really did enjoy having our most adorable little nephew here. He is unbelievably cute!

5. Matthew can scale the fence at the caiman exhibit at the zoo. Yikes! We really should rent him out as a baby/toddler proof gadget tester. He will always find the most dangerous aspect of a product or place.

6. When you have family visiting, inevitably the house will fall apart and marmots with pointy teeth will invade your guest room. OK, they weren't marmots, but it was bad enough that we saw our first furry intruders while our family was visiting.

7. Matthew and his cousin, Cullen, have the same cute, chubby feet. And toes. And legs. And hands. The cuteness . . . it's . . . overwhelming . . . me. Must . . . resist . . . chubby cheeks . . . curly hair . . . too late . . .

8. I hate the game of Monopoly and all of its variations and themes, i.e., Animal-opoly, Sooner-opoly, etc. It is a horrible game, and I'm not just saying that because I always get stuck with mismatched properties and utilities and eventually bankrupt myself because I buy the first properties I land on and have no strategy. Or maybe I am just really bad at Monopoly.

Oh, and by the way, Brent, the marmots will soon be dead to me. (Inside joke. Sorry.)