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few nights ago husband and I were preparing the boys for bed. Boy2 was
slurping on a go-gurt as a last minute snack. When it was his time to
get PJs on I asked where the wrapper was.
Me: "Where's the go-gurt wrapper?"
Boy2 brings hands to mouth and giggles
Me - scanning the room, sniffing the air, chuckling at his mischievousness: "I can smell it. Where is it?"
Boy2 giggles more
Me: "Seriously kid, where is it?"
Husband: "Come on, tell us."
Boy2 has a major case of the giggles going on and points at husband sitting on the bed
Boy2: "Daddy is sitting on it." Uncontrollable giggles are escaping him.
We all bust a gut laughing as husband stands up with a go-gurt wrapper stuck to his ass.
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The scene as "Ultimate Romantic Husband" walks into the kitchen...
URH: *belch*
URH: "Can I grab your boob?"
This is real, people. I really got this lucky!
This
is a short homework assignment Darling (15 y/o) did for school. The
idea was to write a brief, but precise set of instructions on how to
make or do something. She melts my heart at the end, it's the simple things :)
"Before when I was younger my mom
would make me my favorite sandwich, peanut butter and jelly. She would start by
gathering the materials. She pulls out creamy peanut butter, strawberry jelly,
wheat bread, a knife and a plate. After this she would open the peanut butter
and use the knife to swiftly scoop some out. Then she spread the peanut butter
evenly throughout both pieces of bread. Next she would take out the jelly and
spread it nicely on the peanut butter slices. After this is done she would put
the two pieces together. She would then do my favorite part. My mom would cut
from one corner of bread to the opposite corner making two triangles. Finally I
would eat the sandwich. Now that I am older I make my own sandwiches I make
them the exact same way as my mom except I leave out one part. I don’t cut them
into triangles. I don’t have time to waste cutting the sandwich in half. Even
if I did have enough time I wouldn’t make the triangles as great as my mom can
do."
The gym is quite possibly the most embarrassing place for me. Here's just one of my episodes:
*During
a lower body workout, we were working the crap out of our legs. After
about 25 minutes of this, our instructor told us to do a tricky jump
move. She showed us. Looked easy enough. Well, when you have weak wobbly
legs... this move is not easy. I jumped and landed straight on my ass. As
luck would have it, I was in the front row of class that night.
Boy3 walks up to me with the sweetest look on his face. I'm cooking lunch. I smile at him. He turns around, points his butt in my direction and blows me a toot. He giggles his little face off and runs away. Momma's smile removed.
Naptime:
Me to Boy3: “Go lay back down”
Boy3: “No, you go lay down”
If only I could take demands from my 2 year old…
Boy1 says he can run
in a circle for one hour. I accept his challenge and set the timer...
The running starts,
The running starts,
Shirt ripped off at
12 minutes,
Stopped at 23
minutes. He didn't make it an hour but I was still impressed.
Good job kiddo!
And lastly I'll leave you with this thought....
Toys are constantly spread across the living floor. Some even find there way into the kitchen either on the floor, the counter or the table. A lot of days I can handle the "bless this mess" condition of my house. Other days I am so ready to be rid of matchbox cars, Legos, trains and toy remotes.
When I have these frustrating moments I often remind myself that when the toys go away so do the little boys. I remind myself to enjoy this day, forget about the mess, because I'll never get these moments back. My little men will grow up in a blink of an eye. I will watch them graduate, move away and start their adult lives. I will think to myself how much I miss those little feet padding across the hardwood floor and the creative imaginations that explode out of them at playtime and the wonder in their eyes when they discover something new and exciting.
For Darling, she's 15 already. The tears escape as I know she'll be leaving for college in 3 years. I already miss the little sassy version of herself. Her and I butt heads often, but our bond is incredible. She is a daughter anyone would be proud to have. She will do good things with her life. She already makes this world a better and brighter place.
For Darling, she's 15 already. The tears escape as I know she'll be leaving for college in 3 years. I already miss the little sassy version of herself. Her and I butt heads often, but our bond is incredible. She is a daughter anyone would be proud to have. She will do good things with her life. She already makes this world a better and brighter place.
**I don't take credit for any of the photos. All photos were taken from Pinterest.
