Yes. This is so sweet. Of course it is. And I have never in my life met a child who can snuggle the way Gibson can. He is Prince Snuggles. He can contort that little body into the perfect shape to fit right into your body. He's like memory foam. He's a 43 pound child made from memory foam. He wants both of your arms around him and he wants his head on your shoulder.
Which is so lovely.
Unless you're trying to, you know, sleep.
Maurice spent the night leaned up against my legs and that was no problem but when we got up this morning, I realized that I was sleeping on about six inches of bed. There were two yards of bed on the other side of Gibson.
Anyway, we all got up and had waffles again. Why not? Waffles are tasty and easy to make.
And now Boppy and the boys are outside, burning the great and mighty pile of branches and logs that have fallen and which we have collected over the past few months. It's sort of damp so I feel certain that propellent, as Mr. Moon calls it, is being used. I don't even want to know.
I'd go take a picture but that would take too much energy.
The Mama and the Daddy will be here in a few hours to pick them up and I hope that they had the very best time. It is a firm belief of mine that one of the best things for a family is that the adults in it take time for themselves and to renew themselves as a couple. In short- to take a break from all of the work and the routine and the demands to remember why they got together in the first place.
And I have come to understand that it is also good for the grandparents to step in and be the ones to take over those demands and routine long enough to be reminded of what all they did when they were young. All of the hard work and lack of sleep and yes, the snuggles and incredibly funny things children say and the rewards of it.
Speaking of rewards, once again, I stole a picture off Facebook.
All right. Here's another.
Oh god. The flames.
This is so much more exciting than making cookies and playing the matching game could ever be.
Thank god for grandfathers. And fathers. And mothers. And children.
And yes, grandmothers, who do their best.