The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week

Sweet Boy#3–Is enraged when I fail to recognize his new form of sign language. Making his Iron Man action figure kneel down is actually code for saying “Please” and so I am ridiculous when I ask him to say please again.

The boys are playing an immaginary game. They are strange eggs (one red, one green, and one blue/orange) that fall from the sky into the hand of a monkey and hatch into huge humming birds. Then they fly around and battle a (presumably giant) praying mantis.

I was holding hands with Sweet Boy#2 on our way from school and he wanted to skip. It was just such a beautiful moment. Holding my little boy’s hand, skipping and laughing in the sun on a gorgeous spring day. He’s not going to be this little for long. I love it.

Then I was sitting on the couch cuddled up in a blanket with a cup of tea. Sweet Boy#3 was leaning against my back reading a TinTin book and as I read my book I felt this warm little patch against my side always reminding me of my little boy. So sweet.

But the winner this week…

Poor Sweet Boy#2. He had a marvelous time with Daddy and Sweet Boy#1 playing laser tag. But he was so cold and stiff and his muscles all stove up after a weekend of rowdy play that he barely hobbled along. Then he had to pee really really bad. So bad he was in tears. He and Daddy were running toward Burger King to the bathroom (after they turned us away at the gas station) and he tripped over a speed bump in the parking lot and rolled end over end through a nasty puddle and scraped his knee. Thank goodness they at least made it to the potty in time.