Bubba stayed home from school with Handsome yesterday and was a doll at the doctor's office, playing with a toy to see who was the sickest. Her brother was of course the sickest according to wooden beads on a colored wire attached to a wood block. Very scientific medical research and diagnosis. Later in the evening, she had her bath and got into bed, and as per usual, we ended up in the "middle bed" with Handsome, me and her, and I thought I could get them to go to sleep right away. Nope, Handsome was literally diving over the bed rail to his toddler bed like it was a pool, and Bubba started climbing over me to do it too.

Handsome saw her and next thing you know I have Cirque du Soleil over me, moving like waves across Mommy, very graceful and fluid, actually. They bounced on me for a while, then I got hurt by a sweet little foot in my lower intestine, so I made them lay down. Handsome put his head on my arm and zonked out, one of the first times he has willingly turned down making my head explode in favor of sleep. Please God let this be a premonition of how he will be as a teenager! Bubba and I were still playing, with Handsome sleeping on me.

She was putting pillows in a pile and when she'd turn to get another one, I'd take one and move it and she laughed and laughed and tried to catch me. Then we played a foot game, of which I was accused of cheating as she made up the rules only after she decided how I could get the upper hand and then that was cheating, and a tickle game while trying to keep her from diving off the other side of the bed to her bed, and then she got a little boo-boo, so we called it quits.

It was just so wonderful to put aside bedtime, put aside that I really didn't want them getting out of breath because of their asthma, and be more of a babysitter than a Mommy, who is there to have fun and have relaxed rules. I felt so young and happy, something I kind of forget to feel while focused on the laundry and bills. It's moments like that that make me forget about being farted on, until of course, I get farted on. And then I wish Mower had been farted on, so it'd be funnier.