Kiddos

I'm at the kitchen table, listening to American Gladiators and the squeak of my rocking chair as David rocks little Oliver, allowing me a much coveted, though not completely, childless moment.
I love David.
Rain is falling heavily outside, and if I try hard, I imagine I can hear it over the tv.

Then, as suddenly as the peace came, it is gone. All three kids are screaming. It was nice while it lasted.