It seems to be becoming more and more apparent that we have small children in our house.
We all went to bed last night at 8 o'clock. I am not kidding. Chris and I brought books to bed to do a little reading, thinking that Q would just pass out in between us, but that was not the case. He wanted to read his book...over and over and over again.
Quinn: Mama. I luhv Shakin.
Me: I know you do, but do we have to read it again?
Quinn: Yesh. I luhv Shakin.
Who is Shakin? Um, yeah, that's Franklin. You know, the turtle. Franklin. Or, as he is in our house, Shakin. And we read Shakin about 18 times last night. Chris and I took turns.
And then I tried ignoring him. Only he pressed his little lips to my cheek, with his eyes open wide and said...
Quinn: Mama. Mama. Mama. Oh Mama. Oh Mommy. Moooooooommmmmmmy. Mama. Oh Mama. Mooooooooommmmmmmmy.
Me: *big sigh* What, Quinn?
Quinn: I luhv Shakin.
There are some days that Chris and I do not have a moment in our whole day together to say one adult thing without a child present. Yesterday was like that. Its like always having a chaperon. Or shackle. Or noose. You know, depending on what day of the week it is and how we're feeling on that particular day.
I am trying really hard to savor these moments, because I know that soon enough we won't have them any more and I'll be complaining about how big our king size bed feels, but some days, savoring is just easier said than done.