She was throwing her normal 3-year-old drama tantrum about getting dressed for it, and he was throwing his normal dad-who-works-outside-the-home-and-just-doesn't-always-have-the-patience tantrum trying to get her to finish. At some point, she broke down into tears and broke his will. And his heart. They ended up cuddling on our bed for a few minutes to regroup.
That's when Lyla came in, started screaming her own name and slapping her chest, as she does anytime anyone says something to or about Gracie and not her. When the two of them ignored her, her little self-name-dropping ritual quickly turned to hysterics. He told her Gracie was having a hard time and had been missing him. I told him Lyla was the same way, but just didn't have the vocabulary to express it as coherently as her older sister.
He gave in and hoisted Lyla up onto the bed where they all cuddled together for 3.9 seconds before the girls started trying to kick each other out of bed. Literally.
Thankfully the aggressive kicks turned to laughing ones, and they both started their own crazy, crawling-all-over-Daddy and wrestling game. McMister tried to keep relaxing and wasn't getting angry, really, but was getting noticeably annoyed.
Gracie announced she was a snake and started slithering all over his legs. Lyla jumped on his head and yelled, "NAKE! LYLA!" clearly having no idea what a snake actually is. He sort of laugh/groaned and rolled over to close his eyes again.
"You're missing the fun part," I told him.
"I'm not missing it," he said, laughing. "They're doing it on me."
He and I both knew I was right, though, and he perked right up and joined them in an instant. He was so busy trying to rest before moving on to the next activity that he was missing the moments in between. And when you have tiny tots who sprinkle your day with love and laughter and tantrums and tears, those fleeting moments are when the magic happens.
Poppy had fallen asleep on me while nursing so I couldn't go get the real camera like I wanted. So while the three of them played hide-and-seek-you're-a-hot-dog-and-I'm-gonna-eat-you-up, I clicked away with my phone. I didn't want to miss the fun either.