"I wuv you, Ethan."
"I wub you, too, Col-yin."
I think things have finally clicked for these two. Last night I went to go check on Ethan, and he wasn't in his bed. I thought that little stinker was in my bed again. I went to check on Collin before retrieving the little one, and two little heads pop up to look at me.
No whining about being squished. No complaining about invasions. No pushing, kicking or hitting. No jumping or kicking the walls (as is Ethan's habit I'm Collin's bed). They were both laying quiet and snuggling.
Whatever possessed me, I went over and scooped Ethan up, before they could have the chance to fight. They both protested for Ethan to go back to Collin's bed. Who am I to argue brotherly love AND SHARING?!?!
This was how they spent the night. The entire night! It was adorable!
Tonight they asked to do it again, I agreed, there's a lot more taking this time... they've counted to ten a dozen times, and lots of renditions of Twinkle a little Star.
We've been awfully busy lately. School started in August, Tony had two weeks of and I was relieved of child drop-offs and pick-ups. And then all the social and networking groups geared back up after the summer break. And I signed up for a civil litigation class in Sacramento.
And then my evening-time babysitter dropped off the face of the planet.
I've been a little stressed.
This morning started with Tony setting the house off before five am, as somehow be panel got deprogrammed.
It ended with a car wash, because the boys love it, a picnic in the living room with chicken nuggets and French fries, and a walk with the dogs.
I'm exhausted! But it was a really good day.
Question: do we think they'll go to bed anytime soon?
