We were watching Disney Jr. this morning (it's how we roll, yo) when Bug brought me a baby doll and a blanket, he motioned that he wanted me to wrap up the baby, which I did, then Bug climbed up on my lap and kissed the baby and said "nigh nigh ba-ba" (night night baby) several times over, he kissed me then patted my cheek, he touched the baby doll lovingly a few times, gave the baby a few more kisses, then decided he wanted to play and he got down. A few minutes later he brought me Punks teddy bear and put the bear with the baby doll. Bug gave the baby some more kisses and said something to the baby in his language. It went on like that for about half an hour before Bug decided it was okay if I put the baby down on the couch. My baby is getting so big and he has such a loving and sweet heart even if he's kind of a monster sometimes.
Bug put himself to bed early tonight...it probably means that this will be a super long night with him, but that's beside the point. Because Bug was in bed I got some very rare one on one time with Punk. What did Punk want to do on this, Thanksgiving Eve, when I've been cooking for three days and will be cooking again in the morning? He wanted to make peanut butter cookies (SO not on the menu), and how could I possibly say no to such a sweet boy with such a simple request? So, we made peanut butter cookie dough and put it in the fridge to chill. Punk then crawled up into my lap, gave me a giant hug, and told me (for about the fiftieth time today) that he loves me, and my heart melted into a big puddle of goo.
The house is still the typical mess it is after a day of two little boys playing hard. I'm still tired from a long night of returning kids to their beds (a fun after effect from the three week gastroenteritis last month we still haven't gotten rid of). I'm sure I'm in for a long night with the sleeping Bug. Punk will likely give me attitude about going to bed in an hour.
And I'm still one lucky lucky mommy.