So the other day Emmett was playing with the empty laundry basket, and I randomly decided to lay him down in the basket and carry him as if he were laundry. And then I gave Malcolm a turn. They thought it was hilarious, I thought it was both hilarious and adorable.
Tonight we did more ‘laundry baby’. Except the cuteness factor went up by about a million. I died of cuteness overload about six times in the space of ten minutes.
Consider this as a hopeful future for everyone in the little-baby trenches, and a reminder of the good times of the toddler years (it’s not all tantrums all the time!). Most of all–for my fellow twin mamas, there is hope!
The helping each other up thing was completely started by them! They actually refused our help–only wanting brother.
What a random, fun time. I love these guys. 🙂 🙂