You know when it's quiet and you find yourself getting involved in something that needs to be done. Minutes tick on and then you stop in your tracks, and you realize...it's quiet. Quiet is NOT good with two littles. What disaster is brewing? Then your heart starts racing as you sprint through the house, frantically hollering their names, trying to locate your brood. Finally you find them. And you stop. (And if you're lucky, the camera was left *right there*.) And you smile. Because sometimes, quiet is good.
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