Wrestle Mania

I remember many moons ago, when A.) Oliver and Sophie were allowed on the couch, as pictured above...and B.) when Ollie was just a little peanut and not a HOSS like he currently has become. Remind me to pray extra hard for girls when I someday become preggo, because Oliver is a little dickens, to put it nicely. Now, I adore this puppy with all of my heart, don't get me wrong, but poor Sophie can barely wake up in the morning before he is at her to chase him around or wrestle, and every hour after it's the same ol' story. Every time Howard and I lay down on the couch, we get front row seats to the WWF starring Sophie and Oliver in the ring. They growl, grunt, and make a big production for us...which we do NOT enjoy, especially while our favorite shows are on (eh hem, John & Kate plus 8)! So, we immediately let them out the back door so that they can continue their shenanigans outside where they have all the room in the world...but no, they want right back inside to wrestle in front of an audience. Ridiculous I tell you!
So, I really hope the Lord looks down on me someday when I have a basketball for a belly and only puts girls in there. I can take hours and hours of doing Barbie hair, but being a referee for endless wrestling matches will definitely send me to an early grave!