Hunter's shadow has been re-attached for the week
September 3, 2011
"Mommmmmy!!" is screamed out from across the gym. Running at me is a 9 year old followed by a 3 year old. I'm ambushed. I brace myself to catch both of them. Arms out. I somehow keep myself from falling over as they jump on me. Wrapping my legs up in mini limbs. Tangled.
Its Monday. My turn with my boys. Then its talk and talk about stuff and junk and things. School. Daycare. Girls. Friends. All of everything, like a whirl wind. Jameson claims Hunter as usual. "I am Hunters little brother mom! I love you, my Hunter." They hug it out. All smiles. Hunter's shadow has been re-attached for the week. Jameson also announces, proud as can be, that he pooped in the toilet today after telling his teacher. And he also did it Friday. All on his own. He has a certificate and everything (insert laugh here! Hunter and I gave High Fives with a smile. Fully Potty Trained! Pooping in the toilet was the last thing we were working on. That ship has now sailed. Jameson doesn't even need a pull up at night. Such a good boy! He decided he was ready and potty trained in less than a month. Thank god!
Once home the Wild U-bangies are off. Bunnies and Chickens are on the agenda for the afternoon. The boys gathered the eggs for the day. Bunnies had some loving, and a couple new names. Those two re-name things every chance they get. The red hen, Hunter's red hen, is still Hot Sauce. That has stuck. But everything else is subject to PrestO-ChangeO! Jameson goes from "click click click (really just a tongue clicking noise) to Mellow for his white bunny. Hunter renames his Black one every week with a new and favorite Halo soldier. So many smiles come from this. Silliness. I love having my boys back home. Plopping down on the couch. Twiddling our toes. Glad to be home. Right where they belong.
"Mommmmmy!!" is screamed out from across the gym. Running at me is a 9 year old followed by a 3 year old. I'm ambushed. I brace myself to catch both of them. Arms out. I somehow keep myself from falling over as they jump on me. Wrapping my legs up in mini limbs. Tangled.
Its Monday. My turn with my boys. Then its talk and talk about stuff and junk and things. School. Daycare. Girls. Friends. All of everything, like a whirl wind. Jameson claims Hunter as usual. "I am Hunters little brother mom! I love you, my Hunter." They hug it out. All smiles. Hunter's shadow has been re-attached for the week. Jameson also announces, proud as can be, that he pooped in the toilet today after telling his teacher. And he also did it Friday. All on his own. He has a certificate and everything (insert laugh here! Hunter and I gave High Fives with a smile. Fully Potty Trained! Pooping in the toilet was the last thing we were working on. That ship has now sailed. Jameson doesn't even need a pull up at night. Such a good boy! He decided he was ready and potty trained in less than a month. Thank god!
Once home the Wild U-bangies are off. Bunnies and Chickens are on the agenda for the afternoon. The boys gathered the eggs for the day. Bunnies had some loving, and a couple new names. Those two re-name things every chance they get. The red hen, Hunter's red hen, is still Hot Sauce. That has stuck. But everything else is subject to PrestO-ChangeO! Jameson goes from "click click click (really just a tongue clicking noise) to Mellow for his white bunny. Hunter renames his Black one every week with a new and favorite Halo soldier. So many smiles come from this. Silliness. I love having my boys back home. Plopping down on the couch. Twiddling our toes. Glad to be home. Right where they belong.
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