Today was a gorgeous day, and the boys were in and out all day while I tried to find motivation to take them grocery shopping since our cupboards were getting pretty bare. Plus, with B not able to eat about half of the stuff he could previously, our cupboards where B was concerned were covered in cobwebs. Poor kid...I hope he can introduce dairy back into his diet in a month or two.
I finally mustered up the courage to drag them to the store, and, for the most part, it went really well...until I realized (after we were two stoplights from our apartment) that I had neglected to purchase toilet paper and eggs. It was also a reminder as to why I always shop with a list, instead of just winging it. There are tons of things I should wing. Grocery shopping with two children in tow is NOT one of them.
So, in a last minute scramble, I told the boys we were making a stop at Market Street to get toilet paper, eggs, and the stuff for B's nasal rinse thingy that is disgusting but wildly entertaining all at the same time. B complained, but then wanted to take bets on how long we would be in there. N told him to stop trying to gamble all the time, and I suggested the winner got to pick the movies for movie night tonight.
I won.
Disclaimer: I did NOT (despite what my boys will tell you) wander around Market Street for an extra 7 minutes so my time would be closer than their chosen times. I really did "need" tortilla chips to go with the avocado that I had bought earlier. Try eating avocado without chips. I mean, yeah, your finger works too, but it isn't salty (I hope), and it hurts if you accidentally bite it...not that I would know from experience or anything.
I chose Ratatouille and Peter Pan, but discovered that Ratatouille was NOT in the case, so I'm hoping it's in Houston. Logical, right? Anyway, as we sat down to watch Peter Pan, B was puzzled, and started asking questions about the movie before it had even started.
And that's when I realized my baby boy had never seen Peter Pan. Oh, he's seen "Hook" with Dustin Hoffman a dozen times or more, but the classic Disney version? Never. That poor child. He laughed and laughed and laughed. And it did my heart good. And N thought it was hilarious, too. Added bonus.
Since Ratatouille was MIA, I opted for another Disney classic: Dumbo. We moved to the boys' room for this one, and B & I cuddled up while N half-watched and read his book for school so he'd be caught up for class on Tuesday. You can read that sentence as many times as you want, but N chose to read his book for school over movie night. I'm proud. So proud.
B asked a ton of questions on Dumbo, too...and N looked at me in amazement as we both realized that he had never seen Dumbo either. Where has my son been hiding?! Under a rock? Sheesh! Neither boy knew The Little Mermaid, but DO YOU KNOW THAT IT'S COMING OUT IN 3D THIS FALL?!
I might have been entirely too excited when I saw that preview. Also, there's a Monsters, Inc. sequel coming out...or maybe it's a prequel? All I know is Mike Wazowski looks like a disco ball, and it cracked me up. I'm so glad I have children so I have excuses to see Disney movies. I'd probably go anyway, but it just makes life easier when you can look at other parents, shrug, roll your eyes, and give them the whole, "the things we do for our kids" look...when, on the inside, you know you're the one who dragged them to see _____________, and you KNOW you're more excited than they are.
Ahem, Tangled.
But then, after Dumbo, my littlest little broke my heart. He started crying, saying he didn't get to spend any time with me this week. He said he felt left out because I mess with his brother, but I don't mess with him. I explained that N doesn't like to get cuddles or hugs; he likes when we joke around instead because he thinks he's too old. I told B that one of the things I love about him the most is that he DOES love cuddles and hugs and being sweet...and I want to spend time with him loving on him instead of messing around and picking at each other while he still wants cuddle time with his mom.
He seemed doubtful, but agreed that he liked to cuddle, too. And when I kissed him goodnight and gave him a hug and told him, "Goodnight, sweet dreams, I love you." he sighed and said, "This is my favorite part of the day...when I get a kiss and a hug from you."
How could that NOT melt you into a huge puddle? I really hope my littlest little (and my biggest little, for that matter) know how much I love them, and love spending time with them...even if we're just all piled on the couch, watching a movie. I literally recounted each evening this week, and how it was spent for B, just to prove that we DID, in fact, spend some time cuddling each day.
I'm not sure where this is coming from, and I'm not sure whether to be concerned or if it's normal, but I DO know if he wants cuddle time, he's going to get so much cuddle time, he'll beg me to stop.
Although...I don't think I'll ever see the day where he'll turn down a cuddle. He's just that way...
And I love him for it.
Aubs
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