Just to assure everyone that I certainly do not have it all together:
Quinn is in gate right now because while uploading these pictures he wouldn't stop smelling me and giving me raspberries on my arm.
I haven't showered in two days.
Max has an egg on the back of his head that feels, literally, like a marble. And before I realized it was there the exact words out of my mouth were, "Quinn, can you please be nice to your little brother? Max, can you please stop being annoying?"
I have three loads of laundry to fold and put away.
If we're all alive and happy at the end of the day, I will consider it a success.