Glad to be Home

Sometimes, I come home from work and both kids are sleeping. Or Archer sees me, starts screaming and Audrina contributes to the ruckus by yelling about how she wants milk. I brace myself before I walk in. Tonight was different. I came home, and both of them were happy to see me. Quietly. Peacefully. I snuggled Archer, who has taken to twisting one nipple while nursing on the other (if I take it away, he bites me) but he looked up at me with those big brown eyes and smiled, keeping those little pincers of his to himself. Audrina told me all about her day, how she wants to go somewhere, that she was happy that we had pictures, Harley made her a sandwich, Archer pooped. It was cute. It was Hallmark sweet. Tonight is the kind of night that never seems to happen. It was nice.