Well, today seems anticlimactic.  Yesterday, we had three long battles with Natalie over small things, which we kept up until she had given up and was her sweet self again.  

Yesterday, when we got back from BJs, Christopher offered to take all the groceries in--a very big job--because he is concerned that I am having contractions again, and he is interested in keeping the baby in Mommy's tummy for as long as possible.  At first I insisted that I help, but after one trip up the steps to the porch, I was having a rather hard contraction, so I let him do the work.  He was amazing.  Normally, he hates carrying groceries in, but he worked incessantly and enthusiastically without ceasing, until his work was done.  Natalie, who is normally my grocery-carrying trooper, slacked off a lot, and took some detours to our little playground.   Boy, did I feel cared for and loved!  I let him wear our medal of honor, and bragged up the cahoozies to Daddy when he came home.

Today seems anti-climactic.  I have had almost no opportunities for conflict, and have had a nice quiet day so far.  This (when things are going well) is when I tend to lose my vigilance and let things slide because I am so enjoying our awesome kids--and "how can I nitpick over this stupid little misdemeanor?!" mentality sets in, but it fools me every time.

I am enjoying our quiet summer.