On Tuesday, Stephen attended an in-house training and so, we had our first dry run. I took the boys to school and Stephen headed off to work. It all went smoothly until 12:16 pm, when I received a call letting me know that Wyatt had vomited and would need to be picked ASAP! Oh boy, was I glad I remembered to write my work number on the sign-in sheet rather than Stephen's cell number.

Henry doesn't do school by himself yet, so we all came home and planted ourselves in the front of the TV. I eventually tired of watching ancient superhero shows featuring The Atom or The Flash and wandered away from the TV. Shortly thereafter, Wyatt barfed all over the TV room—gross!

After a relaxing bath and some clean pajamas, Wyatt fell asleep in my arms. He looked so big and I remembered when they were babies. I loved to have them fall asleep in my arms, especially after nursing when they were full and contented. And they would breathe their sweet baby milk breath. I miss that! I eventually had to break away for a bathroom run, but he had started to snore (loudly) so it wasn't that hard to go.

Then I noticed he looked so beautiful sleeping on the couch and I had to take a picture.

And that picture reminded me of this picture. He is even wearing dinosaurs in both photos!

When I came back into the room he had fallen off the couch.

Henry was watching movies during most of this. He did snuggle for a few minutes while Wyatt was falling asleep. He won't let me close my eyes when we snuggle because he gets scared that he is all alone in the house. So we are staring into each others eye like we always do and Henry starts rubbing a Star Wars Silly Band over a big red pimple on the left side of my chin.




What are you doing?

What is that?

It's a pimple. Why are you touching it? It is pretty?

No. I don't know.

Well, zap it will that lightsaber and see if it can shoot my pimple off.

Zap.

Did it work?

No, your face still has that big bump on it.

Damn.