When my babes are ill

I hum a little tune....

Daily

Opening scene: I standing with ear up against bathroom door, Babe locked inside. Inner monologue: "Is she going potty? I hear something? Everything's child proofed, right? No, she can't reach the matches. Wait... we don't own matches. What's taking her so long? How could this take over ten minutes? I'm forgetting something."
Cue to Babe: "Sqeeeeeeeeeeee!!! TOILET PAPER!!!! MUHAHAHAHHAHA!" End scene: I picking up an entire shredded roll, too big for confetti, too small for intended use.

In the depths of night...

I lay there big smiled and ALL. I just listen; listen to the hums and purrs, the snores and coos, and baby monitors attempting to keep up. The subtle sounds of Boyfriend, Babe, Moon and Sun, the cat and the house all settling down into their zzz's. Hands down the most amazing onomatopoeias I've yet to capture.
I have "that child", the kid that has that favorite piece of clothing that THEY MUST WEAR EVERYWHERE even if it's in the pool during swim lessons.

whirlwind weekends

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHA MAN!!! You make 35 look awesome.

Nothing says "shhhhhhh"

like the 4th of July, which is a lot like a solicitor that has no idea what time it is. I like explosions, pretty lights, shrieking tubes of gun powder, all my favorite, though, as of late our "little people" all have the same bedtime which isn't conducive with night life living. But we compromise by setting things on fire during the day.
For some reason matches and lighters being set to things with a fuse seem to bring out the child in everyone and for those already a child; infancy.