the boys are hard at work. . .

on something important...

for someone special...

who will be home in just hours....

loving three....

After giving birth to Luke, and they wheeled me into my room.  I remember sitting in bed, his little hospital baby bed beside me...  And feeling peace.  Quiet, peace.  Contentment.  That my heart and life were full.

[I told the nurse about it and she told me it was an after effect of the epidural.]

And this morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table, eating my cereal and peeking in on three boys watching cartoons together.  And that same feeling swept over me.  How I love my three.  How my life and heart feel utterly full and complete.  Peaceful.  How lucky we are to have our little family (plus a bonus boy).  How utterly blessed I am.

And then I find my sweet little bonus boy in the middle of the dining room table.  How he got there with all the chairs pushed in is a mystery.  Sitting there, eating a glue stick.  With Doc's GeoTrax control on GoAllTheWayFast!  Poor Doc on the floor laying on his side... driving nowhere.  And he was smiling.  Happy.  Knowing he wasn't supposed to be there.  But happy to be up where the big people go.  He so wants to be big and be where we all are (right now, in particular, sitting on all big chairs...  where he got the idea that we like to sit in the middle of the dining room table eating glue... I'm not sure.  Maybe he's spending too much time with Aunt Erin....who used to eat chapstick when she was small....). 

last night...

They slept in "the tent".  So very cute.  We read Harry Potter for almost an hour (we're still plugging along at #4...reading more about Mad Eyed Moody and the Unforgivable Curses...).  Sweet little Luke fell asleep about halfway in.  Jack is still riveted and full of questions and ponderings.  Love that.

We woke up to find Mr. Dave's trees being trimmed.  And had to go out to watch the branches being chopped up in the chipper?  Chopper?  Whatever it was.  It was a little boy dream.  All three were riveted to the flying branches and leaves and dust.

So, we had breakfast at Cafe Zeli.  Very cool.  Waffles and juice and milk.  A new meal at our favorite restaurant.

Afterwards, little boys ventured into the World of  Imagination...  showing off lightsaber skills and flying after the golden snitch.

Love those boys.

missing Dada. . .

I took Luke and Ethan grocery shopping on Wednesday last week. Just the three of us. Jack was at Idewild with a friend.

Luke was lonely. Missing his brother. And wanting to know when he was coming home. When I told him it would be later (much later) in the evening, he wasn't happy. But there are only three of us. That isn't enough.

And tonight, our Dada is miles away. And we're missing him. There is only four of us. And that isn't enough.

But, we've kept ourselves busy today. . .

Playing with friends and new games....

Let me tell you, this new Lego Heroica game is a boy's dream. These boys played from the time they got together last night till they went to sleep. And then from the moment they got up....begrugdingly taking a lunch break.....until midafternoon. Lots of battling and weapons and gold and defeating spiders and bad guys and healing potions and such. Too much fun.

And these are your boys tonight. . .

One reading books in his diaper. Quiet [deceivingly....he spent the day climbing on chairs and couches and stealing Legos].

One eating Cheezits (they were first on the grocery shopping list yesterday...apparently my snack cupboard was only full of cobwebs). Now giggling madly with his big brother....playing their "bridgey" game (you know the one: sit like a bridgey. bounce like a bridgey. crawl like a bridgey.) Anything to wind themselves up before bedtime.

One having his Cheezits stolen. He's missing Warcraft and Dada. And having a coconspirator to play Legos with all day long.

One sleeping in his "dog house". He loves a forgotten set of blankets.

We're all counting down the days until Friday (Luke has asked me all day long if it's Friday yet).