I was walking at the park today and saw a young mother with a couple of toddlers. She was constantly chasing them around, telling them not to eat things, or to play nice. It made me think of my children at that age. They were SO much work. I didn't always realize that I would treasure these memories one day, even if they were frustrating me at the moment. I remember being excited for the day my kids got a little older but wow, I would trade a moody teenager for a toddler any day!