At some point, every day, my girls end up having the time of their lives in my bed. Sometimes it's in the morning, sometimes it's after naps, or before naps, or at 4pm or right before bed. It really has no consistency. Except that it happens every single day.
This day it was after naps. Georgia had changed her outfit for the 10th time (which always results in her looking like she has no parents at all), her bangs all wonky because we got caught in the rain earlier
By the end of the rompus, they look out my window and realize that there is a whole wide world that needs to be explored.
And then we are on our way.