My sweet boys! In their stools! In their $.40 t-shirts!
Tres told me today that when he turns four (on September 17) he will be 'so big that luke and She-era (we call her Sierra) will not even know that it's me! And my voice will be like this (he makes it sound gravelly) and they won't even know it's me again!'
Yesterday, after we left Target, he spilled some popcorn in the car. I saw it happen and I said "Oh, great!" Tres looked at me quizzically and said, "It's not great, Mom. It's bad."
Tonight in the van, Tres looked at Bryant and said, "Hey Bry, you want some chocolate?" Bry says, "Yea!" Then Tres looks expectantly at me and says, "I do too." End of conversation. It made me laugh so hard that we ended up getting those boys some chocolate.
Bryant is off the pacifier now. And it seems that his nap times are slowly evaporating. I have been diligently praying that they return, cause Momma is going slightly nuts! He still makes me laugh telling people, "Ackie 'ad a 'ole." And he pucker up his lips and raises his eyebrows and looks so pitiful. It ALMOST makes me feel bad for snipping holes in all of them! Almost...