Don't worry, it's not blood. It took me by surprise too. 
The funny part? The above look that said "whachoo lookin' at Lady, take the light saber and sword fight with me".
As if I'd somehow over look the aerosol bronzer he'd just gotten into... hmm, maybe I wouldn't notice.
That meant Tanner was in for his 2nd bath for the day while Tim was in Beijing with his parents and Aunts and Uncles (whom we were missing already).
Things like this happen as soon as they can smell that the parental units are down, and they have us out-numbered.
When I was pulling him out of the tub he demanded "lah-lees", a word that has yet to conform to the English Language. A word perhaps only familiar to this Calton home. A word that labeled a practice that started since these boys' first few days of life...
It's what happens right after they get out of the bath tub.
Lah-lees: I wrap them up in a towel cocoon and hold them as if they were still a fresh two days old and sing to them and rock them.
This evening, even after two baths down, I'd failed to wash Tanner's hair. Even after the bronzer incident that sent him to the tub in the first place(I could kick myself!)!
But while I cuddled him, I could smell the bronzer. I could smell the little boy sweat from being outside and turning a Sunday worthy sidewalk chalk project into what would burn 2000 calories for an adult. I could smell Tim's hair gel I'd combed in just before District Conference earlier that morning where Dallin H. Oaks shook the boy's hands and said "Hey there future missionaries".
All those smells that hadn't been washed out sent me to bed with a heart bursting over in gratitude for these little guys Heavenly Father has entrusted to Tim and I. It exhausted me to even think about how much I love them. How grateful I am to be a mom of rough and tumble boys, who make motherhood much more fun than it should ever be.
One day it won't be cool to be cocooned in a "Lovey". But for now, I'll happily down a pack of travel baby wipes to scrub off bronzer from a sweaty forehead--
if "Lah-lees" comes with the deal.
Grateful Friday
4 days ago
4 comments:
Oh, that is so sweet. Sometimes I wish my little girl would let me cuddle with her more. She seems to want to be out doing things, and only when she is really sick with a fever will she really snuggle up to mommy. Maybe when she is older, she will yearn for moments where mommy can hold her and sing to her like she is an infant.
How I miss that little guy! He is so cute, from the inside out. And he has a wise mommy who sees past the mess and waste of bronzer and will still snuggle him to pieces. I can hear you singing to him, too. Melts my heart!! <3
I'm still grieving...and needing a chat with my sistah sistah Suzanne! Why oh why am I so far away?!!!!
That was such a beautiful post. I want to have "Lah-lees" from my aunt Suzy... I'm not too old am I? And I have to ask if the words Parental Units comes from being a Grannis because I use those words all the time and I don't know if I just made it up or if I had heard it from someone in our family. It might have even been you... Anyways, lovely post and thanks again for sharing with everyone.
Love Kate
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