Chase!

I don't know why the kids are kicking our collective asses so much lately. Both Al and I feel more drained and exhausted trying to parent them - maybe because they are playing together more, which leads to more disagreements/arguements (see, I am trying not to use the word "fights," which is really what they are). It doesn't help that whenever Chava doesn't get her way, she squeals like she is being killed, so we run in thinking that Maddox has smacked her. Usually, she's just mad that he won't give her the red domino, or whatever. Although the other day I heard the squealing and took my time to amble over, only to find Maddox sitting on top of her. Go figure.