Why don't I do that more often?
Last night I had the job of dealing with the kids on my own, since my husband was playing the country music show in town. It was a smooth evening, if I do say so myself. :)
The funny part of the evening is when I told the youngest to go take his shower. With the reply "Oh man". A little later I came across this same child in his pajamas and slightly wet hair. The hair was wet only at the top of his head. The Mom instinct kicked in. I bent down to smell his hair and....low and behold.....it didn't smell like shampoo. Hmmm......
I said, "Nice try. Now go take a shower".
Don't ya just love kids?
After his shower he decided he wanted to hang out with me in my room for the evening. He came in, now smelling of soap and shampoo, dressed in his flannel pants and an over sized cartoon shirt down past his knees, hair sticking up from being towel dried. We decided to watch loony tunes, recorded from earlier in the day. He asked me if I wanted eggnog and ice cream in a fancy glass. I told him that would be great. He left to go fix it, but was using a glass that was a little too fancy, (0ne of those paper thin wine glasses) so I went to help. We worked together. I put in the ice cream he added the eggnog and nutmeg and we were off to watch our bugs bunny and Friends. By the time the eggnog was consumed we were freezing cold. I had the doors closed to keep out the dogs which also kept out the heat from the wood stove, so we quickly scooted under the top sheet, quilt and comforter. I keep a nice big pile of blankets on my bed and a bunch of full sized pillows. Alex scooted closer to my side hopeful he could get some of the warmth from me and we proceeded to watch our show. As the commercial came up, neither of us wanted to take our nicely warmed arm out from under the covers to grab the remote and fast forward through to see bugs again. Mom finally relented, and then we discussed how we could keep the remote under the covers and just stick the end out when needed.
After the show was over, it was about time for bed. So he told me good night and headed off to his room. It was a good evening. Kinda wish I could keep that little guy little for just a while longer.
Now why don't I do stuff like that more often?
The funny part of the evening is when I told the youngest to go take his shower. With the reply "Oh man". A little later I came across this same child in his pajamas and slightly wet hair. The hair was wet only at the top of his head. The Mom instinct kicked in. I bent down to smell his hair and....low and behold.....it didn't smell like shampoo. Hmmm......
I said, "Nice try. Now go take a shower".
Don't ya just love kids?
After his shower he decided he wanted to hang out with me in my room for the evening. He came in, now smelling of soap and shampoo, dressed in his flannel pants and an over sized cartoon shirt down past his knees, hair sticking up from being towel dried. We decided to watch loony tunes, recorded from earlier in the day. He asked me if I wanted eggnog and ice cream in a fancy glass. I told him that would be great. He left to go fix it, but was using a glass that was a little too fancy, (0ne of those paper thin wine glasses) so I went to help. We worked together. I put in the ice cream he added the eggnog and nutmeg and we were off to watch our bugs bunny and Friends. By the time the eggnog was consumed we were freezing cold. I had the doors closed to keep out the dogs which also kept out the heat from the wood stove, so we quickly scooted under the top sheet, quilt and comforter. I keep a nice big pile of blankets on my bed and a bunch of full sized pillows. Alex scooted closer to my side hopeful he could get some of the warmth from me and we proceeded to watch our show. As the commercial came up, neither of us wanted to take our nicely warmed arm out from under the covers to grab the remote and fast forward through to see bugs again. Mom finally relented, and then we discussed how we could keep the remote under the covers and just stick the end out when needed.
After the show was over, it was about time for bed. So he told me good night and headed off to his room. It was a good evening. Kinda wish I could keep that little guy little for just a while longer.
Now why don't I do stuff like that more often?
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