Hilarious

I called Nate a "drama queen" tonight when he was shivering and frozen after his bath. Of course, he asked me what a drama queen was.

I told him it's someone who is always SO mad, or SO happy, or SO tired. They're never kinda tired, or a little sad, or anything like that. They're always SO mad...he got into the act with "Yeah, they're SO pleasant. Like REALLY pleasant."

Fabulous.

Ouch

The cuteness, the amazing-ness, of Jack actually hurts me on a regular basis.

Daddy was gearing up to give them their regular bath/shower and Jack wanted some juice. Nate and Daddy headed upstairs while Jack guzzled.

Then Jack asked me "Could you hold this for a second?" (one of his favorite phrases) and passed me the juice. "Now I'm gonna go bye bye. See ya Mom!" and he ran off down the hall.

My life is totally perfect, warts and all.

Shake your booty!

One of Jack's favorite, sweetest, things to do is to tell me what he likes about what I'm wearing. While I'm holding him he'll often finger my necklace, saying "I like your neckwace Mama! I like your colors!" and he'll name off the colors in a row (especially fun on my especially colorful one, where he rolls out "I like your blue, I like your green, I like your blue, I like your blue, I like your yelow..." through the length of the whole necklace.)

We try to have frequent dance parties, though they're less frequent than I'd like. Sometimes it's hard to get the boys started, so I frequently urge them to "shake your boo-tee."

Today it's just me and Jack, and I was dancing around in the living room while he was in the kitchen. I may or may not have been shaking my booty. Jack came up behind me, slapped my ass with both hands, and cheerfully said "I like your boo-tee! I like your boo-tee!"

Sigh.