It’s what we say when we catch him eating sugar by the spoonful, or drinking flavored cream right out of the container.
When I found him drinking pudding through a straw, I shrug my shoulders and say…
It’s what we say when he emerges from his bed room dressed in attire completely inappropriate for the season. Always with a car in one hand and his blue blanket trailing behind him.
He is our little individualist… and occasionally exhibitionist.
We irrigated the front pasture this weekend. I’m not sure why I bother putting boots on them. The boys had a new found respect for Riley after they watched him chase, catch, and munch a gopher.
It was a happy weekend. Just being at home, being around each other. Mowing and watering our weeds. Smearing faces with sunscreen. Eating “otter-pops” on the front porch…
We even managed to squeeze in a date night. It’s always fun to have a date night. Not just to get away from the kiddos for a bit, but I like the excitement of getting dressed up. Painting toe nails, putting on a little perfume, lotion on my legs. It’s like we’re teenagers again and I’m waiting for him to come pick me up in his truck. He opens the door for me and I slide into the middle seat so he can put his arm around my shoulders.
It’s a little different now. We both climb into the captain seats of our minivan and our dates end a little on the early side. But that’s just fine with me. I like coming home to their little faces.