Sweet Boy#3–Explains the advantages of reading on a cold day–“It really warms my hands because of the exercise of flipping the pages.”
Unnamed Boy–Laughing because I use a strange word in normal conversation–“Momma, you have too good of a vocabulary.” That’s an insult that I don’t mind, actually.
Sweet Boy#2–“Momma, can you get me a snack with jelly on it?”–He does not specify what kind of snack with jelly and so of course I bring him a slice of cheese with jelly. He seems a little disappointed and so I return with jelly toast.
As I am driving the boys on a cold winter day, the heater slowly warms up the car. From the back seat–Sweet Boy#2–“My 7th sense is pulling me toward the heat.” He lunges forward. “Pulling me against my restraints.” His seat belt is indeed straining as he attempts to reach the heat. I love that boy’s vocabulary!
Since the boys were happily wrestling with The Hunky Hubby, I attempted to take a relaxing bath. When I emerged from the bathroom my eyes beheld a scene of blood and mayhem. Apparently, the boys and The Hunky Hubby were reenacting a photo they saw online of a “Clump of Newfies.” This is the name given to a large group of sleeping Newfoundland dogs. The boys and The Hunky Hubby were not nearly as calm as an actual “Clump of Newfies.” Sweet Boy#3 had blood all over his face and running down his chest (coffee table + nose + 2 brothers) and Princess Leia Freyja was frantically licking him trying to clean him up (we hope, either that or she now has a taste for blood and must be carefully observed lest she come back for more). I moved aside so that my blood-smeared son could get into the bathroom to wash before his doggy licked him away. Yep, a soothing bath is sometimes hard to find.