This morning I was already jumping into my regular "day off" routine: start laundry, change kids, check work email, feed breakfast, change laundry, pay bills, check work email... Roscoe was not up for it this morning. First was the "sit with me" while he ate breakfast and I ran around the kitchen putting this away and that away. Then came the "let's play" as soon as I opened my laptop to pay bills. Normally (I hate to admit) I say "not now" or "two minutes" or something to just let me get through whatever I have to get done. But this morning I saw his perfect little face full of hope and I couldn't do it. So I said "let's play" and he laughed from sheer delight.
I love this boy with everything in me.
As we were midway through a rousing game of hock-socc-ball (this involves hitting a soccer ball with a hockey stick while the other person catches it with a baseball glove, generally with a baby strapped to them), Roscoe stopped and said "I'm going to get you" and came over and gave me a sweet kiss. (!) Then he saw how happy I was and asked "do you want huggies?" After I recovered from my speechless happiness I told him I love huggies, thank you. He said "you're welcome" and resumed playing. Point taken: hock-socc-ball is ALWAYS more important than bills.
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