We had a lovely family day today. We shortened up nap time and took the boys to a movie, Bolt, and out for dinner. The movie was cute - truly just an excuse for the kiddies to gorge on popcorn. Brennan looked crestfallen when the closing credits ran across the screen, grabbed my hand and asked me, "Momma, Can we please do this again, soon? Please? I love this."
How can you deny that boy a thing? Really.
After the movie we went out for dinner. We each got our drink and egged on by Griffin had to toast each other with "cheers" before any of us could take a sip. The simple act of watching my family toast each other with chocolate milk across the dinner table was enough to put a smile on my face for the rest of the night. That, and the joy in which Griffin greeted his side of broccoli.
"Broccoli! Broccoli! Yum, Broccoli!" He yelled with pleasure as he feasted. There is something amazing about having a child who loves up many a fruit and vegetable and treats them as a delicacy. I think Aidan shuddered, ate a french fry, and acted generally disgusted by his baby brother's appetite for all things wholesome.
We ended the night with a sloppy kiss showdown between Brennan and me. Upon hearing the giggles, Aidan ran into the room, jumped into Brennan's bed and joined in the mess. My cheeks became a slobbery, well kissed mess after my boys were done. I told them both I would give them each one last, sweet, non sloppy kiss to end the night. At my soft kiss good night on his forehead, Brennan sweetly smiled and said, "That was the kiss, Momma. I loved that kiss. I'm going to rub that one in to make it last."
I loved each of their kisses. Even the slobbery, slimy wet ones. I only wish I could rub each of them in to make them last.
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