Torture

Mama torturing her boys.





Poor kiddos.

Bumper

We have two Bumpers floating around now, and we took one to Charlottesville this weekend. Where we promptly lost it (I suspect it was thrown away in the big party clean-up). We weren't able to find the other one on our return, and Nate managed to get to sleep without it last night.

But tonight he was having trouble, and near tears. I told him: "You can suck your thumb anyway, you don't need Bumper to do that." He looked even sadder, and said "It just tastes so bad without Bumper!"

I did another search and found him. It's amazing how glad I feel when I can do something really really good for the boys. I brought him in to Nate and pulled him out; Nate smiled, and really quietly said "Thanks Mom." I tucked Bumper in with Nate, thumb went right into his mouth, eyes closed.

Peace.