I'm Rockin My Baby, and Babies Don't Keep

Today was one of the first days, in a while, where I had all three of my babies with me all day long. Oh how I have missed this time--the lazy time in the morning snuggling down in bed together reading, tickling and wiggling; the inevitable doggie pile if I ever chance to lie down on the ground; and the insatiable curiosity about anything dirty.

EZ seemed to be at his comedic best, this afternoon, impersonating a dinosaur and then, later, manipulating me into making him biscuits using the commitment pattern.  "Mom, will you pleeeeeeease make me bibbits TONIGHT, mother dear, pleeeease. I don't like soup, just bibbits." I told him that I would if he did an interpretive dance and/or sang an original song about biscuits. And, surprisingly, he did--both the booty shake and some random song about biscuits falling down. I was entranced. He is a crack up.   

At one point we were driving somewhere and I could see them all in my rear-view mirror--three wide-eyed boys, so cute and so content, pointing out garbage trucks and other varieties of machinery.

And my heart just about burst.