Gus Makes a Bad Day Good

This morning didn't start out so well. Sam didn't want to get dressed for school and Gus didn't want to do anything but distract Sam. By the time we got out the door a half-hour late, we were all frazzled to say the least. In the driveway Sam refused to get in the car and Gus was spinning circles in the -- to make himself dizzy. It worked because he fell. Flat on his face. Poor guy emerged from the rocks with cuts and scrapes all around his eye. He was fine, but mad as a hornet. Finally we got Sam to school and instead of going to the park to run like we normally do, I decided I'd take Gus and my bad mood home. I hoped Gus would play quietly while I took a break. Gus loves to be the only kid home and have free access to the toys. I got him settled with some golf clubs and a ball and found myself a fudgesicle in the freezer and sat down on the couch to enjoy the fudgesicle and the (relative) quiet. I zoned out until pretty soon Gus was standing in front of me saying "Bite? Bite?" with the sweetest, most hopeful look in his eye. So, what could I do, but share my fudgesicle. He stood there enjoying the fudgesicle and between each lick he said, "Bite?" At one point he said, "All gone" and walked away. But instead of walking all the way away he walked around the coffee table to the other side of me and climbed up on the couch and backed himself in to sitting right up against me. He looked up at me and said, "Kiss" and gave me a big, fudgesicle smooch, smiled and said, "Bite?"
I couldn't help but laugh. I kissed his sweet curly-haired head and felt the bad day turn good.

No School Today

This morning, Sam woke up excited there was no school and ready to take his allowance (for keeping his jammies dry -- GO SAM!) to Target to buy a tank (don't ask). Sadly, Sam soon learned that in addition to and before going to Target he would have to come to exercise class with me and then go get a flu vaccine. He's not pleased and has since taken to my bed.

Out of the Mouths...

Today when I was putting Gus down for his nap he kept saying, "Go away." He'd look up at me, smile and say, "Go away." He said it over and over and over until I shut the door. Funny boy. Usually he just says, "Night, night." I'm just thankful he's taking a nap at all. Last week he was threatening to give it up all together and I'm just not ready for that.
Not to be outdone in the cuteness category by his little brother, Sam, at bedtime had a few clever things to say too. We read, Are You My Mother by P.D. Eastman and when we finished I asked him if a snort was his mother. He said, "No, you are. Snorts are just good for putting things back where they belong." Then as we were discussing his likes and dislikes for a school project, he said he disliked, Cheez-Its. Really? He couldn't think of anything else he disliked.

Sadly I can't finish this post with Halloween pictures as I forgot the camera. I know. Anyway, after saying they were going to be trains for weeks, five minutes before we left the house, Sam decided to be the pumpkin he was last year and Gus followed suit. So, another Halloween goes on the books, but just not on the record. And so it goes...