After Chris declaring every time the whine started to flow that I was his wife and that he was allowed to hug me (and other cheesy stuff!) Ryan has started calling me, "Wife!" whenever he sees Chris lay one on me. He also announces, "Wife!" whenever he sees my wedding and engagement ring. It has been like the priest announcing, "And I now declare you husband and wife!" so I am a fan of his trumpet and fanfare act. You would think that all of that would have buried the hatchet between my two boys?
Well. It seems Ryan decided to go ahead and see if I still loved him past all of this wife business and carried out the preferred tell tale method of true love according to five year old girls:
Don't worry, I do (unconditional love and all that jazz)... but next time, don't let your plucking game coincide with me swirling your explosive diaper in the toilet.
When JJ so much as holds my hand, the kids all go bonkers. I think it's a natural instinct that attempts to foil any chances of mom's attention being divided with a new sibling...sorry Ryan, you're a little too late to the game on that one ;)
ReplyDeleteHa! My 5 year old daughter still asks to get in the middle of our love smooshes. We can't hug in her presence without her climbing in between!
ReplyDeleteAHH Ryan cracks me up. I don't know how you scold that precious little face! ;)
ReplyDeletePS look at those little curls in his hair! SO CUTE!
LOVE. THIS. I think I'd have a hard time getting mad at him. He's adorable.
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