Jude has just woken up. It's almost 9am and he doesn't know it yet, but it's a snow day today (in March).
In he comes for a cwtch and I ask him if he has looked outside.
He looks out, gets all excited and as he leaves the room, he says "Yesterday and today have been really good days. Yesterday, I got chicken bakes in the freezer!" 🥰 Easily pleased.
He's now getting dressed for snow.
I think we've lost our 10 year old to snow this morning and I'm totally okay with that. Home ed can wait.
Yesterday evening, our son was playing in our bed, going under the quilt and shouting "sumbarine"...(yes, he is saying it wrong). I asked him to go and get a book so I could read to him before bed.
He quickly replied "I can't, I'm under water!" 🤣
The bathroom door opens as I brush my teeth this evening. Jude walks in and smiles "You a good girl Mummy! You had your shower?!"
"Yes I did."
"Oh good girl. You put Dora on now?" He puts his hand out and reaches for mine.
I feel used. And slightly amused.
PS. Dan came home from work late tonight and went to kiss the sleeping babes goodnight. In the dark, a little boy voice said "Oh it's you, Daddy!". Love him.
Hubby went to the bathroom this morning. Son (age 3) wandered into our bedroom and climbed onto the bed. "I want to sleep on this side", pointing at his daddy's vacant side of the bed.
As he burrows under the duvet, I asked him if he was going to be Daddy for a few minutes. He nodded and then exclaims with a gruff little voice "Where's my phone?"
I love his humour.
Overheard this funny moment today:
Teagan to Jude: "Was that funny, Jude?" (Obviously after doing something to amuse him)
Jude to Teagan, as clear as day: "Nope!"
(Photo credit goes to my Dad, after we assembled Teagy's loft bed earlier this week)
Once upon a time...
A little blue-eyed boy fell asleep after a morning well spent with his Daddy on the ministry. He was so tired after his efforts and fell asleep to the glorious sounds of... wheels rolling on tarmac, big sister chatting and Daddy singing (probably). After approx. 2 hours, he woke up happy in his own cotbed. His Daddy presented him with a feast, full of some of his favourite things - sandwich, crisps, raisins, apple, 'stick bread' and drink with a side dish of cartoon and sisterly companionship. His voiceless Mummy bothers him by whispering his name, prompting him to turn for a quick photo in memory of her baby boy blue - eating sandwiches and apples no longer cut into small bite sizes - reluctant to let him grow so fast.
The Afternoon ♥
