First, I’ve been lately kind of obsessing over the fact that Miles just never really seemed to love me very much. I know that sounds ridiculous, but Oliver’s a total Mama’s boy, and Linus has his moments of that too. Those two are far more snuggly than Miles.

So today, when I go to pick them up at daycare, Miles runs up to me and asks me to pick him up. He NEVER EVER does that. O and L do, but Miles never does.

And it continues. He’s so sweet in the car, and when we get home, he wants to sit in my lap (“yap”), and we read a book together. It goes on all evening. At one point, we’re playing with puzzles, and he keeps taking his binky out and kissing me on the lips. None of them kiss with their lips, they just extend their forehead to you and allow you to kiss them.

And the best part…after I changed his diaper, I said “gimme a hug” and he did, then he said, completely spontaneously, “I love you Mommy!” (Well, “I yuv you Mommy”, but I think I translated correctly.)

Sniff, sniff! That’s the first time ANY of them have said that to me (without me saying it first so they’ll parrot it back to me. Heh. You know.)

I guess what made it so special is that Oliver and Linus show me how much they love me, more than Miles does. So it meant a lot that he actually told me.

Or maybe he was just buttering me up for pancakes for dinner. They are his favorite (and his favorite book is “If You Give a Pig a Pancake.” Hmmm….

Some random Monday stuff, interspersed with random pictures from my phone (because it’s plugged into my computer while it charges, so why not?)

Saturday morning, I made these breakfast cookies for the boys. Big hit. If only I could bake everything into cookies, the boys would eat them. What can I say, they are my sons.

My mother in law gave me this nice Vera Bradley bag for Mother’s Day. I was needing a bigger purse, so the timing couldn’t have been better!

George and I went to the pub on Saturday night for an Uno de Mayo party. There was yummy food and sombreros. What more can you ask for? Oh yeah, friends!

My black thumb is being put to the test yet again (I’ve killed aloe plants, people. I didn’t even think that was possible!) and I planted some basil and cilantro into a pot and put it by the back door so I won’t forget about it.

I think Oliver’s getting sick. Blech. (Just a cold, but this means all three will get sick and we’ll be doing breathing treatments and hearing cough-cough-cough over the monitor for the next week or two.) Wow, that sounds selfish, doesn’t it? Obviously, I don’t want my Oliver-bear feeling bad!

Okay, I can’t write anymore. I’m feeling ill from that jar of stuff.

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