Someday we will say...

Remember when they were two and a half and Clayton was afraid to poop or to step on shiny floors so we had to plan our outings around those two inevitable situations?  Remember that he collected every washcloth in the house and needed to take them to bed every night and even though there were 15 of them he knew if even one of his 'little towels' was missing and had to go back out an find it? Remember that month Ella was terrified of the bathtub? Remember how she only ate fruit and chips and yogurt covered raisins and how she munched the chips, appropriately enough, like a chipmunk and more landed on the floor than in her mouth? Remember how Mya was never really in ketosis when she needed to be but then when we decided to call it quits we couldn't get her out? Remember how that whole summer she wanted to see us between 2 and 4am every night and how in the throes of exhaustion we finally said f-it and bought her a TV? Remember how the DVD player broke after 3 nights? Remember when 'please don't throw the beans' meant without a doubt that they would throw the beans and when they thought time-out was funny? Remember how sometimes the only way I made it from the morning's first 'Hi mommy!' to nap time was the phrase 'they are two, they mean no harm' that I repeated in my head over and over again? Remember how you really thought you were going to lose your mind but somehow you never did? Remember how Clayton would have to search out 'his Ella' if he couldn't see her on the playground and no matter how fired up they were the second they saw that Mya needed our help they made themselves into angels? Remember how much Clayton was in love with quarters? And black phones? And remotes? And cars? And keys? And yellow? And how great Ella was with her dollie and how much Mya liked to snuggle?