If the kids wouldn’t have freaked out, I would have taken a video or a picture of their dancing extravaganza last night to Maggie’s ‘Dove Cameron Radio Station’ on Pandora.
I mean, the boys… who knew they could rave like that!
It was a moment of sheer joy and sweetness. You and I were talking at the table.
The kids were dancing their hearts out.
The music was mildly uplifting at best, fun and harmless at worst.
It was a sweet, perfect, beautiful midweek moment.
These little things… these times when the kids dance so hard, it makes them want to come in and give us hugs and kisses and makes them laugh and smile with each other.
And you and I talking about what’s going on.
These things? That’s what I live for.
I love you.
This happened tonight. I guess he wanted to be closer to us, sweet boy.
Today, we got to see the cuteness that is represented by our sweet pilgrim boys.
You made cute, good kids. They have their moments (since they are kids), but they are awesome.
Given that we’re in the season of thanks, I’m thankful for you and for them and that you’ve made my life sweet.
Jake climbed in bed with us some time during the deep sleep art of the morning.
He’s much bigger than I remember him being the last time he climbed into our bed. Plus he snored. Now I know a little how you feel although I’m sure his snoring is cute while mine is like a steam train.
It was sweet having him there. It was fun getting up and seeing the two of you sleeping peacefully and sweetly, soft breathing and snuggles.
I love you and know that you are an awesome mom. Just seeing you with them reminds me of that fact.
But not always. Creative idea, yes. Good idea… not so much.
I have video, too, but I want to maintain my reputation as a good dad.
We received, for our boys, bunk beds for Christmas, 2013.
Today is 8/30/14. I’m finally putting them together. You are one of the most patient women I know. I won’t even go into the hall bathroom project. Please forgive me for that!
Finally… the bunk beds
For the first time, it appears that one of our children has a crush.
It’s way too early for such a thing, but it is awfully cute.
In an effort to protect the innocent, I won’t use names. But here are the clues:
- He came downstairs after bedtime one day last week and asked you to say his crush’s name. He corrected you – you missed it barely- and then he bounded back upstairs, grin firmly planted on his face.
- He asked today if it was okay to love a friend.
- He started asking us to help him brush his hair.
- He mentioned that she gave him three stickers at school today, and she only gave him stickers (nobody else).
- He suggested getting her some kind of a treat to say thank you.
- They played tag at recess.
- He’s being very sweet and complimentary and affectionate and all ‘I love you’ with us and his siblings – like he’s come in contact with new feelings of affection for the world that he must have an outlet for at any given moment.
In a court of law, I do believe that he would be convicted of crushing. Don’t you?
Now, to make sure he doesn’t get hurt. 🙂 #HelicopterParents
Day 174 – Saturday July 19th, 2014
It was a really hard puzzle. But you got it for us while you were gone because you’d knew we’d miss you so much that a puzzle would be the only thing to keep us sane without you. 🙂
Day 172 – Thursday July 17th, 2014
We went to the great City of Roswell, GA’s ‘Alive after Five’ this evening.
As you know, the downtown area has two distinct sections. There’s the southern ‘Roswell Square’ and then there’s ‘Canton Street’ a few blocks north.
Our kids wanted to take the trolley, so we parked near the courthouse and caught the trolley/shuttle to the square where food trucks and a more family friendly atmosphere awaited.
I got this thing called the Pork Cheezy from the Ibiza Bites Food Truck. Unfortunately, it’s not on the menu, but this picture should show the glory.
Yes. It’s good.
Well, usually it’s fun getting that type of food because we get to eat all of it. Our kids just want plan mac and cheese or a hot dog or whatever.
But we let them have a bite. And then they took another. And another. And another. And I was left hungry. But it’s good. I’m glad their palates are expanding to appreciate other food. Of course, how hard is it to like pulled pork over mac and cheese?
Day 169 – Monday July 14th, 2014
Really, anytime our kids get a splinter it is the splinter of horror. They fear greatly the tweezers.
It’s seriously the most frustrating near medical procedure that we have to do. That and cut the boys’ hair – also an exercise in herding cats or juggling squirrels.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it always reminds me of those civil or revolutionary war medical scenes where the disheveled doctor digs out buckshot from a soldier’s behind.
Glad I was at work. 🙂