In case I don’t say it enough, I love my kids’ ages right now. Honestly.
Butter is adorable, and so full of things he knows and things he wants to know. Yesterday he interviewed me on the way to school, and again at dinner. He classroom as this thing they call a surprise box. It’s kind of like show and tell, but the kids have to give the rest of the class clues about what is in the box. When I asked him yesterday what the clues were, he recited them from memory.
Little Bear is the sweetest sometimes. He loves to give hugs and kisses. Two mornings ago, I woke up to the sound of him clicking the button on the night light in their room. After a few minutes, I heard him trying to talk to Butter. I could hear him saying, “Meh-mi. Meh-mi.” I have no idea where that nickname for Butter came from, but Butter answers to it.
They play so well together, too. It’s not unusual for me to walk into the room to see them playing with toys together. They’ll disappear upstairs to the loft play room and play for hours on end.
We are completely blessed as parents. [And someone please remind me of this post when I’m whining about temper tantrums, please.]