Anyway, I told him if he would just try, try, try to sleep for at least an hour, I'd wake him up and we'd go see a mowie (yep, you read that right...we've apparently banned "v's" in this house according to Collin) about puppies (are there any other kind since Bolt?) when he woke up. So, since the garbage man/rock star made his round and I dragged him out of bed once already to see it, he's gone down quietly, a first on a Thursday in this house. I almost feel like I shouldn't go wake him up in a few minutes to get him ready for our mowie. But, I've been promising the kid a date all day, and I hate to renege on promises.
To start the day of lovieness off right, I put him in a totally adorable, but beat-up-worthy shirt that his Daddy will kill me for when he sees it. I told him about it when he called last night, but I'm pretty sure that he didn't quite grasp just how gay it is. Collin's only unhappy because you guys can't read it. It says, "Mom's Little Sweet Heart." I don't care. It looks awesome on him and he pulls it off. He's a man, right? Real men can wear anything. Oh, and don't worry, I bought another, slightly less gay, Valentine's shirt too. So, he's got an equally cute shirt coming up too. Just you wait!
And, I made him a special "happy" breakfast. Collin totally got it too! He called his eggs "hair" and he combed it with his fingers before he ate it. I know, I'm like freaking Martha Stewart sometimes. Really, I just felt bad that he couldn't have his circle-shaped cheese for breakfast anymore, so I made him circle bananas and they just looked pathetic in a pile.
Mmmmmm....hairy eggs!
To thank me, he gave me my favorite face: the ham-n-cheese smile. No allergy to that dairy product for me! Groan, I know that's a terrible joke. Don't ask me why this is my favorite face of his...it's just funny. Squinty eyes, smushy cheecks and all---I just LOOOOOOVE IT!
Then, to show me just how much he appreciates all that I do for him and all that I'm going through to make our day special, he decided that despite Kari's full lap today, what with Grace and baby Ben (yep, that's his pitiful little arm you see poking out there), he refused to let me read him a story and would only consent to stories being read by her. Apparently, he was just sick of my voice. Whatever, a few minutes later, she was old news and I had all the kids (minus Ben who's immobile and can't express his choice by movement) on my lap for stories. They are so fickle, these toddlers!
Anyway, off to the movies! And, can I just say, that despite my complete and total lack of desire to see Hotel for Dogs, I'm totally excited to go! I can't wait to take him! P.S. just to freak out the Grandparents, who don't see the daredevil in action every day, Collin wanted to tell you...look what I can do!!!
Look, no net! Well, really, no Mommy holding me. He does this all the time, and has been since we moved here, so really months and months and months now, but Mommy just never really took good pictures of it before. 
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