I woke up this morning to the smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. I'm telling you, Charming Husband is REALLY earning his keep lately (he also has full responsibility of the boys/dogs/house 4 nights a week while I am at school. And he makes dinner.) Where was I? Oh yes. Cinnamon rolls. mmmmm. Hot cinnamon rolls on a cold morning makes Thursday completely doable.
I also love when I get into my car, and start driving, and realize that I have a nearly full tank of gas. Seriously, it's one of the best feelings ever. It always seems like we get our budget all figured out and we think we have enough extra to go out for dinner, then BAM! The car needs gas. So when the tank is already full, I is a happy woman.
Last night when I picked up the little guy he reached out for me. He loves me :) Of course, I was so overwhelmed with joy and love that I nearly fell over and dropped him, but I didn't and that's what matters.
While I was getting ready for work this morning (after 2 cinnamon rolls of course) the boys were laying in my bed. Bug decided to sing to the little guy, and naturally he chose Christmas songs, because that seems appropriate? Anyway, the little guy was loving it! He was laughing and smiling, and got so excited that he coughed a little. Bug said to him in his most tender big brother voice, "It's okay buddy, you're just fake sick". He couldn't possibly have learned that from me.
Redbull. I big red puffy-heart Redbull!
I really love comments on my blog. It makes me feel important :) And last week's "Fraggle Rock" post received my most comments yet! 9 people commented on that one, 8 who liked it and 1 who apparently thinks I am boring, but I looked at his blog and he is an old fat man who thinks he is still young and fit and I couldn't even get through one post of his so his opinion is null and void.
I also apparently love run-on sentences. Sorry about that guys :)