People, this happened. This happened and I need to thoroughly document that this happened.
Because it will probably never happen again for at least another three years.
All three of them!
For multiple willing minutes! Making physical skin-to-skin contact without howling about being pinched or bothered or mortally wounded by their brother's knee because it's touching me and it burnsssss! IT BURRRNNNNSSSSS!!!!
Sure, they are obviously deep into video-stare mode. On a school night. Fine.
(They are watching Ratatouille in speshul celebration of Noah eating pork tenderloin and mashed sweet potatoes and LIKING THEM BOTH, OMG. Because Remy taught him that it's okay to taste things together and he's suddenly been all "cheeseburgers! steak! things with sauce on them!")
(And yes, Ezra donned an apron for the occasion.)
(Ike's all, meet me on the holodeck, ladieeeezzz.)
WHATEVER. POINT IS, my multiple children sat together long enough for me to frantically take multiple photos of them before...
Crap. I've been spotted.
The hamming-it-up-for-the-cameras has begun and...
Gotta go rescue baby before Extreme Hugging To The Exxxtreme devolves further into wrastling and screaming.