Cantanker-osity

Today I woke up feeling cantankerous. Having a cough that is constantly filling your mouth with the flavor of mucus adds to the, cantanker-osity. Paired with the seemingly constant cold and rain of today, I found it a continual battle to keep my crankiness from biting anyone I met squarely in the face. But enough about the cranky me, and on to a couple other moments of this Sunday.

When I told Oscar he would need to put church clothes on instead of play clothes this morning, he quickly retorted that he "had a case of the fleas" and would not be able to attend church today. We still took him with us, fleas and all.

Angus was SO loud in sacrament meeting today. At one point he was so mad that Bryan had to carry him out of the chapel while he screamed at the tippity top of his lungs.

We spent the evening at my parents home. Being there together with family, in the home where I grew up is soothing to me.

Tonight, like every night, when I tucked the boys in bed Angus asked me to lay with him. So hoisted myself up and over the railing of his crib and snuggled next to him. After about 3 minutes he hugged me, gave me a kiss on the lips and said, "you too big, you get out my crib now please?"  Then Oscar inevitably asked me to to lay with him (sometimes he asks for Daddy instead). I snuggled next to him and bear-bear for a bit. Sometimes he lets me hold his hand, and when I try to get up he always asks me to lay by him longer, usually I will. But before I leave the room Angus will ask,
"Mom, Bad Guys here?"
"No Angus, no bad guys here." I respond.
"Good guys here?" He will ask again.
"Yes, Angus good guys are here."

So there you have it I was cranky, Oscar had fleas, and the good guys are here.
Goodnight.