This morning was unusually nice -- everyone woke up in a good mood. This almost never happens, with 4 kids someone is bound to have awaken on the wrong side of the bed.
Ryan and Andrew came downstairs while Alex finished getting dressed and Sean continued to sleep. Very soon after, Ryan ran his fingers down Andrew's cheeks ever so gently and mildly fussed with his hair.
Then, they held hands and wildly ran through the house together shouting a cry of delight as they went.
When their breakfast was ready, they sat down next to each other and quietly ate. That's when I heard the tiniest squeak from the stairs, "mommeee." Mark rushed to the stairs and whisked Sean into his arms. Sean responded with tight hugs around Mark's neck and then he was passed to me, where we repeated the hugging operation.
Why can't every day start like today?
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A couple nights ago, Ryan was in a foul mood, the foulest of foul moods. He was furious with everyone and everything. Then I saw he had Alex's book. It would be shreds if left to Ryan's curious hand. I took it away, turned away, and started walking to the kitchen.
Ryan was even more angry. He growled, "RAHHHHRRRRRR!" He made to hit, then pushed at me with all his might.
His energy spent, he chased after me desperate for forgiveness, "Mommy, Mommy, Mom-meeee..."
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