First there was Andrew, the tiny tornado. I thought I had my hands full with this one. (And I DID.) Crawling at 5 months, pulling up on things at 6 months, cruising at 7 months, walking at 10 months, and getting into any and everything he could get his hands on. And his energy level? It was off the Richter scale.
Nothing could have prepared me for these three natural disasters, but nothing could have prepared me for the fun I have with them. What cuties.