Tonight the big boys took a while falling asleep. They laughed, talked, planned, and looked out their window. They were stunned to find ONE star and, oh yes,
and, the moon. In one night! We are truly city dwellers.
Matt gets anxious when the boys are chatty at bedtime. He goes in and tries to reason with them and quell their evening energy. I kind of like it because they are funny and when they come out of their room to talk to me I can just nod, listen, and shoo them back to bed. And occasionally go in because they need to cuddle. Plus, they are slow to fight because they know that fighting will bring an end to it all.
Tonight that would mean an end to looking out of their window at the "wishing star" and the smiling moon while poring over the new scholastic book catalog and loudly asking, "Is this expensive?" and "How many dollars is this?".
So much of our days are a blur of demands, tantrums, freak outs, and just general crazy, but I really like these nighttime moments (and all moments like them). And I really like these boys.
(This is Nico's newest pose. I think it looks racist, but it's not.)