I love you mommy...

Aren't these the most precious words you child can speak to you?

I had a very tender experience with Jesse on Saturday.

We had gone to Marv's (Matt's dad) birthday dinner and we were in Mattawa talking with all of the inlaws and having a great time. The kids were all playing nicely together. Cousin time, what could be better. I was talking to the sisters in law that were there when sweet little Jesse, forever my shadow, came back to see me. I had just recently taken him to the bathroom and he had run off to play for a few minutes. I was holding Andee and burping her when Jesse came to sit by us. Getting my attention by putting his pudgy little hands on my face he looked at me and said "mommy I have to tell you something." He threw his arms around my neck and said very quietly "mommy, I love you so much. I just put a bugger in your hair." Sweet, sweet Jesse. My boy. Took me a moment to find it.

Funny now! Don't you just love those moments...

who could guess...

Of course every child's first friend is his or her blanket. My children are examples of this rule. These are their blankets' names:

• Aubrie - bawkee
• Keeley - bypee
• Henry - bay baw
• Jesse - bawkee
• Andee - she can't tell me yet

The blankets in our home are dragged everywhere, and used for everything including but not limited to: wrapping up in on the kitchen floor in the morning while mom makes breakfast and lunches for those who don't eat at home, chewing on for a sleep aid, sliding on the floor, whipping mean older sisters with, crying into, covering up for a nap, dropping on the floor to trip over, and wiping noses on.

It seems they are never clean for longer that it takes to be held after they are removed from the dryer.

Our kids can love them, hold them and use them for all of these things and more, but only until their fifth birthday. After that they have been placed into a closet by mom and will be taken out and given as a wedding gift, or something equally as embarrassing. Henry has his fifth birthday coming up in February. I'm not sure what he'll do for something to chew on when he's going to sleep, happy, sad, mad etc. Hmmm. Only time will tell.

Let's hear it for the blankees- that's what mine was called!