I let the boys each have a treat of orange pop today. I asked Daniel if I could have a sip of his and he let me because he knows that, even though I hardly ever drink it, I love me some Orange Crush.
This kid was seriously the worst baby ever - he cried all the time and the highlight of my day was when someone came over and took him away from me for even five minutes. And I felt like a horrible person for hating this screaming bundle of "joy".
This is what he said to me this morning:
"I always feel like my heart is a puzzle and everyone I love is a piece and you're the final piece that make the puzzle complete."
I was arguing with Sam about cleaning up his toys...
S: I can't because my arms are tired of picking up cars. Me: Are you going to clean up the cars or are you going to sit on the steps?
S: (exasperated) Oh for the love of Pete!
The school cleans out their lost and found a few times a year. Right now they have everything laid out on a few tables in the hallway by the office. I happened to be walking by the tables and I thought I'd have a quick look, just in case.
I found three sweaters, two shirts and a pair of mitts.
I wish I knew who I could blame for this but they both wear each others clothing so no such luck.