And then…
Ivy cleaned up the sleeping room, Clara played nicely by herself, John came home and took them to the feed mill and I found this:
Ivy wrote it for me sometime last week, in case you can’t read four year old letters here is a translation:
“Mom, I’m very very sorry for yellin’ and bein’ naughty. Ivy”
Or so I was told.
Now me, a house that’s not too quiet, a Diet Coke and a good book are going to take a break.
A happy break.
Behind the Willows 
No matter how much we love our kids, there are those glimpses, moments in time, when we can almost, but never quite fully, understand why some species eat their young. I know it doesn’t quite compare to your afternoon, but in the interest of it sometimes being too quiet, I will share some of my own less-than-loud adventures. When I was 4 years old and my sister was 2, one afternoon it was “too quiet”. THen there was a very quiet little girl giggle. Somehow, without alerting Mom in the next room, I had maneuvered a dining chair from under the dining table, around the corner into the kitchen, and against the counter. Without spilling a grain, I had gotten hold of the sugar canister – freshly filled with 2 pounds of sugar) off the counter and taken both the canister and chair back into the dining room. Mom found sis and I sitting under the table, licking our fingers, sticking them in the canister, and licking off the sugar, only to stick said finger back into the canister for another taste. Ah, the fun of having little girls. And I wonder what it’ll be like with little boys.
So true Rebecca so true. Now today you’d never guess they were the same little monsters of yesterday… oh the ups and downs of kids and the difference a good night of sleep makes!