Please excuse me while I get my child's pacifier

I've been having a lot of milobaby work to do lately.
Our shirts are at the printers as we speak. We will hopefully get them next week! *jumping up and down in excitement*

There has been a lot of phone calls lately. Calls to and from the label maker, calls to and from the shirt company, calls to and from the printer. Calls to and from our designer.

It never fails that as soon as I make or receive a call, Miles decides it would be a perfect time to bang his head on something, or get his foot stuck in something else. Logan thinks it is a perfect time to steal Miles toy or get angry because he can't have a piece of candy.
Isn't it always that way? Peace and lovely quiet until the phone rings?

Of course, I expect this, and it's really no surprise to me. What I DO wonder is what they think on the other end when I'm trying to calm a baby and make important decisions all at the same time?
BTW~They are all men. They can't do more than one thing at a time! ;)

So, I'm hoping that this business makes us a little extra money so that this summer I can hire our lovely neighbors to babysit like 2hrs a day, 2 times a week!

Excitement is building!