Daddy is at a soccer game tonight and I am alone with the kids. Homemade (frozen and English-muffin) pizzas for supper, and then some play time before lights out. When suddenly, I hear crazy screaming and running. Nico was on all fours, chasing Agustin around the house. Yes, he was a "cat" (not sure if this meant house cat or puma) and Agustin was freaking out (laughing of course, but you gotta know this kid to wonder when he'd be tumbling down the stairs or falling off a couch or breaking something - any minute).
They would not stop. No amount of pleading, coaxing, screaming, yelling, threatening, would do. So, I played dirty.
It was the only way to get their attention. I swear. ;)
Not too much silliness yet.
Then Agustin came into the room and the silliness started up full force.
But this was contained, safe silliness. Lots of laughing and giggling, but obviously the kids weren't running around, since they had to stay still in order to get their pictures taken and then to see what masterpiece they had come up with.
So, yes, this is my great advice to all mothers-to-be: when all else fails, take out Photo Booth.
Getting them to stop taking pictures, however, is another story.
This is just a small sampling of what they were able to accomplish in less than ten minutes on the program. :)