It's 12:59 a.m. Saturday morning right now. I just finished my work for the night after a late viewing of Sense and Sensibility (Emma Thompson, Alan Rickman, Kate Winslet, Hugh Grant? YES). I can't pay Paul to watch period romantic dramas with me, which I fail to understand. Who doesn't love movies about people who have nothing to do but sit around and pine for each other while only bathing like once a month and riding their horses across the English countryside and cross-stitching pastoral scenery in their spare time? Seriously, I find it riveting and he should too, but nay. Weird. So when he fell asleep in the Nub's bed after reading him stories tonight, I took full advantage of my decidedly lady friendly dvd collection that I hardly ever get to watch. He's still snoring away up there, who wants to take bets they wake up next to each other in the morning all surprised and like what the crap are you doing here? It's cute. They're both cute. Seriously. The Nub has one of the juiciest little faces on the planet and truly the sweetest demeanor to match. He is genuine and snuggly, funny and earnest, and delightfully profound. Why has no one ever told me that 4 year old boys are the secret to all things happy in life?
His brother on the other hand, while equally juicy and snuggly - I really lucked out in the snuggler department I tell you - will be the one to give me mass amounts of grey hair and likely a stroke before I turn 40. If the past 2 years are any indication of the future, I am batting down the hatches and girding my loins for whatever lies ahead. He is my unintentional, bull-in-a-china-shop, handsome little bowling ball, home wrecking tornado. And I love him, especially when he stands on my driveway and catches the first snowflakes of the season on his tongue. What a dandy boy my Connie would say, and I would have to agree.
Birthday Week starts Sunday. I know you've been waiting with baited breath all year for this annual event. I can hardly believe it's here myself. Friday birthdays are best, it's been awhile since I had one of those. The Nub has big plans for a birthday cake, and I for one, can't wait.
Happy weekend friends. I'll see you here again soon.