I just had a good day. A real good day. Mr. Crafty Ave took care of the kiddos this afternoon while I sewed some clothes for my boy, then we were off to my parents for a nice Family Day dinner. Man though, by the end of the night everyone was tired. I broke my parents baby/dog gate, my brothers dog drank my tea, it was 3 hours past Beri's bed time and 2 hours past Loo's. Right before we left Mr. Crafty Ave declared to everyone that his nerves were shot, and I didn't get to finish my replacement cup of tea.
We finally arrived home (past my bed time at this point) and both kids were asleep. I went to bring Loo into the house because I seem to be the one who can carry him without waking him up. Just when I thought my day had come to an end this happened.
Loo woke up and said, "Tweet, tweet, I want my momma bird." So I picked him up and cuddled him close as we climbed the porch stairs. Then instead of going in we stopped and looked at the stars. He found the moon "There's the moon, it was hiding behind the trees". Next he took his suckie (pacifier, binky, whatever) out and blew out into the cold air "Look, I'm making steamies" and so we both watched our breath in the cold night air. Then a minute later he said, "No, there's no other birds, they're sleeping". So we came inside and as I took off his coat and boots I told him that may have just been the best part of my day.