We finally have baby birds in that nest. The babies are big enough to be seen when they stretch their necks. I have been tying to take a picture of their cute, fuzzy heads and yesterday I finally captured the moment.
As I was planning the post out in my head, a miracle happened. I think I may have died and gone to heaven. Delayed rapture? I'm not sure, but whatever the reason, I made sure to document that moment. Who knows when, or if, it will happen again.
Sunday night while I was once again scrubbing the dirt off Little Dude, I made a joke about him having to wash the kitchen floor. Surprisingly, he appeared interested in this idea. But I'm not dumb. I didn't actually expect a 5 year old boy to voluntarily wash a kitchen floor.
<---That looks like a kid who loves to clean right? Last night when we returned from the playground, my boy went straight to the kitchen for a snack (the non-stop-eating teenage years scare the bejeebus out of me!). As he was reaching for a pack of crackers and cheese, he paused and turned to me. "Mom? When can I wash the floor?" I don't think I have ever gathered cleaning supplies faster than I did at that moment. Hell to the yes you can clean my floor!!
And not only did he wash the floor, but he also dried it!
I love my boy!
And no, you can't have him!
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