A Day in the Life of a Mother of Boys.

Rose came over with a bottle of bubbly (okay, sparkling cider), and donuts to celebrate the election results on Wednesday. I then walked her out to her car, where we stood in the cold and talked about various topics, including motherhood, and how it's a wonder we all survive some days. Honestly, just as we were talking about that subject, Owen came to the back door, crying about something. And immediately after that, I saw a shiny silver object come flying out the door, hitting Owen in the face. It was, in fact, a knife, thrown by Jacob at his brother in a fit of rage. True story. Here's the resulting cut above Owen's lip:
And the resulting afternoon nap that inevitably comes after a full day of crying: