As I’m breastfeeding for the second year in a row (different kid. Yes, two under two) I’m yelling to my two oldest children to stop running up and down the hall screaming like a tribe of goats. Do they listen? No. But boy are they laughing, and that laughter rattles my soul, but it takes me a while to realize that they aren’t just being loud and obnoxious but that they are enjoying each other, which most of the time, they’re not. I hate it when they are bickering and wish they would just play nicely together, then they play nicely together and are so hectic that I sometimes prefer the bickering. And that’s a piece of my chaotic life. Right now I’m trying to learn to enjoy that crazy sound while I get my nipples chewed off by a teething baby and prepare myself for when she’s able to join them.