Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Melt my heart

You should have seen Miriam's face light up when Rachel presented her with this valentine she made at school today:

It says:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
We are t[w]o sisters,
and I love you.

There's a picture of a rose and a violet, and of Miriam and Rachel holding hands. Miriam's reaction was beyond adorable. She gave Rachel the sweetest hug.

I live for moments like this.

Fast forward to a good hour after the kids had been put to bed and this is what you'd see:

Benjamin wandered out of his room—carrying his favourite dolly—to let me know that he was feeling lonesome in his bedroom.

That doll he's holding has gained VIP privileges in this house. We need to know where it is at all times.

I neglected to retrieve it from the doll stroller when I put Benjamin down for his nap this afternoon but I didn't think he'd mind. Little did I know how attached he'd become to this doll.

"Baby," he requested as I tucked him in.

"Here you go," I said, grabbing the Cinderella baby doll from the floor and handing it to him.

"No baby," he said, pushing Cinderella away. "Baby! Pease? Baby? Pease?" he begged.

"This is a baby," I insisted.

"No!" he cried. "Baby! Pease Baby! Pease! Pease!"

"Is this not the right baby?" I asked. "Is that the problem?"

It was the problem. The right baby is the one he's holding in the picture. We had to wander around the house to find it before he could go down for his nap. His little pleading "please, please!" was impossible to say no to.

He's just too cute for his own good.

1 comment:

  1. My brother had a doll, too. I believe the doll's name was Brucie. I had forgotten about that...of course, by the time I was born, he no longer carried Brucie around a lot, but I knew it was his doll and heard stories about how much he loved Brucie.