Aha. Right sir. What happened to the boy who used to cry "I don't like sleeeeping!" at bedtime? What a cutie. I won't begrudge this phase.
And you know, it made me realize how little time I get in this life with boys to really consider how I feel. To let my emotions show and be mirrored. To clear out the tear ducts. To connect on a deeper level. There's something to be said for a good book or movie and its ability to reach down into my heart, pull me toward something greater and get my pulse beating more in sync with my family.
Cause you know how a good movie will make you hold your children tighter. A couple hours without them doesn't hurt either. My arms couldn't wait to hug those little guys after just over two hours apart.
Amazing after the tumultuous grocery shopping trip we endured together this morning. Yes, they are cute, random adoring fan in the store. Yes, they have been listening poorly lately. Yes, I'm smiling through gritted teeth.
I organized the pantry and spice cupboard, fridge and freezer, which leaves me feeling quite a bit more at peace in the kitchen. Just give me a sappy movie and some time to organize....yeah, they don't really get it.
They DO like playing in the dirt and pretending they have really big hairy mustaches and trying to lift really really heavy things.
Awareness of the needs is crucial. I think we're making progress in that department. Then for the game plan. But I'm feeling better prepared with clean tear ducts and sleepy-at-the-end-of-the-day children.