Enough is enough!

Seeing as though yesterday I ran my mouth off about how stinking cute my awesome boys are, some of the time, today I guess it's only fair I tell you why they are a big pain in my arse, the rest of the time!

It's the fighting.

This morning was a particularly bad morning. Daddy had barely closed the cabin door before the ruckus began. The littlest nearly always starts it with his endless tormenting of big brother. And big brother makes it way too easy for him.

All my 20 month old has to do is sing a certain song or grin in his older brother's face for the squealing to commence. That's the hardest bit to ignore.