It’s a sixth-sense, I think.
The kids know it. The very minute Daddy gets down on the floor, it’s wrestle time.
It doesn’t matter where they are – when Daddy’s body touches the living room carpet, they come running from all corners of the house.
Mark and Briggs have been waiting for Geneva to get big enough to play along, and the days are finally here. She gets right in the middle of the jumping, rolling, tickling ruckus and she loves every bit of it.
The other night, when this general rowdiness was happening in the living room, I decided it was time for another five-minute-project. I’ve been told over and over that these days with our littles are the best days of our lives. I’m doing my best to document the everyday moments, because I have a feeling that’s what we will miss the most.