For the record, and maybe because I've had 2 glasses of wine tonight to unwind, but I know full and well (and have known for the last couple years) that I am living in "the good old days" right now. Yes I get maybe 5 hours of sleep per night (3 kids ages 5, 3, and infant = some combo will be up throughout the night), and yes I'm out of shape (no time to work out, plus snacking at 10pm doesn't help)... it's sleep, work, kids, sleep, work, kids, and maybe a house project from time to time. But I'm fully aware of how awesome the kids are at this age... my son was told once (ONCE!) that a toy pirate was called a scallywag and so he goes around today narrating how the scallywag was fixing the pirate ship, and the 10 month old (been walking for a month btw, WTF) points at me and smiles when I come up from working, then she tries to play chase... meanwhile, and at the sacrifice of this sentence never ending, my 5 year old pretended to be a cat going to bed tonight, after drawing a very impressive picture for me earlier in the day. The good old days... exhausting beyond belief, but I'm enjoying it.