Anyone who's gone into any length of discussion with me knows that I'm happy to have two boys. The great things are also the most difficult sometimes. There energy that never ends, sometimes means I don't get a lot of snuggle time. I'm ok with this most of the time but every now and again I want a few moments of quiet with them.
A few weeks ago Jeremy had a "man date" and Rachael was babysititng, so the boys and I were on our own for the evening. As every mother I know will tell you, evening times are just plane hard. The kids are tired, you are tired, basically any little thing can make the night soo much longer. So I was stoked to be doing dinner and bedtime by myself. Since you can't see me insert sarcastic eye roll here. We started with dinner (which went surprisingly smooth) then we went to go rent a movie. There were no kid movies at the redbox when we got there, but they did have the Glee Concert! As sad as this may sound my kids love this show too. We headed home. All the while I'm waititng for the fighting to start, this can't last all night, right? I had told the boys that when we got home we could all snuggle in my bed and watch the movie. So we all get jammies on and jump into bed.
Being the boys that they are this much closeness was too much, so eventually it looked more like this.
As they boys got more comfortable, so did I. I took my bra off and threw it to the edge of the bed. Oliver saw it and decided he wanted to see what it was like to wear it. After I laughed hysterically at him, of course Sawyer needed to try it out too!
Hoped this brought you a fraction of the smile it gave me!