A dear friend and her boys came for a visit.
There was much laughter, but not much sleep.
There was lots of playing.
Lots of fussing.
Lots of snacking.
And lots of fun had by all.
And by the end of the visit, there were exhausted kiddos.
Oh, there was also lots of snotty noses, poopy diapers, night wakings, fights over toys, leaky sippy cups, peas smashed on the floor, car-sick pukes (Simon got sick on their drive home), you know, normal-but-yucky kid stuff. Good times.
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