Little boys

My kids have been able to take care of their own basic needs for years now.

I tell them to come down for dinner, they come down and eat and clean their plates and put them in the sink.

I tell them to get in the car so we can go somewhere, they get in the car.

I don't have any car seats. I don't worry about whether or not I have enough diapers (or wipes). I don't have to think about nap times.

Today I picked up my two nephews (ages five and 14 months) for the weekend. All those things that I don't have to think about on a regular basis, I have to think about when I have them.

And though it's only 3:30 and I'm completely exhausted, I am loving having them around.

We went to the park today and rode scooters and bicycles. We had grilled cheeses for lunch, and we tried to get a little one to take a nap. (He didn't cry, but he didn't sleep either.)

The five year-old thinks my 15 year-old is the coolest thing on the planet. Usually when they are together, I only hear from them when they're hungry.

The baby is running around the living room, bringing me remote controls and toys and saying things that I don't understand. I swear he's the happiest child on the planet.

(And I wouldn't tell anybody this if it wasn't so sweet, but he thinks my husband hung the moon. When he's around, I become invisible.)

He's the kid that makes my husband want another baby.

Tonight, I'm guessing I'll be in bed early. Tomorrow night I'll still have the boys but I'll be at their house instead.

Sunday is church and a Rangers game. Woo hoo!

Have a great weekend!