The perfect solution...
A dance party.
I cranked up the music, swooped Sy into my arms and jumped and twirled and jumped some more. In less than a minute, he was giggling and Ivy was at my feet begging to join us.
So she did.
Into my other arm she went and we boogied and swirled and boogied some more.
A slow song started and my babies simultaneously laid their heads down on my shoulders. And then we snuggled and swayed and snuggled some more.
The dishes stared at me with their mocking eyes, but I gladly turned away. Pieces of breakfast clung to my bare feet, but for once it didn't matter. My shoulders started to ache, but it felt so very good.
My arms are wonderfully full.