Hugs, Kisses, and a Cold

I missed playing cars, dump trucks racing around the living room, watching Coleman do 180s and landing on his knees, DVDs about vehicles, and drum solos.

I enjoyed playing with baby dolls, pretending to grocery shop, dressing little girls in pink, and watching Annie and a DVD about mermaids.

Emily and Callie are so precious!

I was welcomed home yesterday with hugs, kisses, and a cold. Poor Spence is sick. He had a fever over 102 last night, so this morning I took him to the doctor. He does not have another ear infection, just a cold. He felt a little better today. I just can't quit hugging these sweet little boys!

Coleman got a magna doodle for his birthday, and he calls it his little computer. He tells me what to draw, I draw it, he approves, and then erases it and tells me the next thing to draw. Yesterday, he said, "Draw Lightning McQueen. Draw jungle drums (something he saw in an old Superman cartoon, see below). Draw my dump truck. Draw me puking in my hands. Draw me licking my finger." He's been obsessed with puking ever since his little stomach bug. Every night he tells me, "I'll call you if I puke." What better way to say, "goodnight?"