A Mess of Happiness.

These little lips leak words I never want to forget.

Brody: “oh, this is music to my ears”

Owen: <snapping the back of my bra under my shirt>

“mom, nice boobs in there”

 talking about a cartoon  — “mom, this toon is inapproviave”  (inappropriate)

Brody: owen is allergic – we explained how expensive the hypoallerginic dog we have wanted for years is ….>

“everyone will pitch in mom – gigi, grandpa, nana, papa …etc”

I love the stutters, the “L’s” turned into “W’s” …. I wuv you.  And the, I weally weally wike it mom!

These boys do not miss a beat.

 I do.  They catch me off guard all day long.  Owen is still figuring out the world and Brody has a reason for everything.

 At the end of the longest of days, we unwind the same way.  Kisses and hugs, I love you’s back and forth, and when I put them to bed they are sung their favorite song.  I have been doing it for years and it is as relaxing to me as it is for the boys.  Their little hands rub my cheek, hold me tight and sing along with me and it reminds me that I am oh so lucky to have these two knuckle heads.