Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Friday, February 20, 2015
I couldn't stand it if I didn't get tackled with hugs and kisses by my two savages. And while their amusements are a wonder and not always shared by more gentle creatures, I feel proud of their admiration when I make some excellent truck noises or draw a killer dinosaur.
I am tickled that Cubby loves my "CHUGGA CHUGGA!" sounds and that none of us can stop singing the theme song to the "Stinky and Dirty" show. And it's an honor to receive artistic praise from Bub even though copying dinosaurs from Google is not my preferred activity.
Little boys own my heart.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Life with two sons is different, right from breakfast. One is battling dinosaurs with Nutella all over his face. The other is drawing pterasaurs or chasing the cat.
The day will evolve into wrestling (round one) and then just plain fighting with many snack breaks. God, do they eat a lot!
And the day ends with a pig pile on Mama, the cat included, while we watch TV.
Well, today really ended as I was reading Cubby a story and had to unceremoniously dump the poor kid into his crib because Bub smacked his head on the headboard. But I might choose to remember that snuggle as our closing note.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Mama doesn't do blood well. So when Cubby face-smashed into the coffee table I held it together long enough to clean his wound, decide he didn't need stitches and hand him to Chris before I passed out on the kids floor.
Children, stop trying to kill your mother!