So, I've been trying to pay better attention to the sweet moments lately. Seems like some days they are fewer and farther between than others, but lately they've been happening often--or maybe it just seems like it because I'm actually trying to pay attention. Either way, I thought I'd document a few of them here for prosperity's sake...
So, I'll start with a quote of the week. Last week, when I was doing my usual huffing and puffing and sighing as I sweated over dinner preparations, I hardly noticed the Davis was standing beside me, watching me cut cantaloupe. After one of my many sighs, he must've caught on to the effect I was going for and he said, "Wow, mom, you sure do work hard." Nearly cutting off my fingers from the surprise of such an observant statement coming from so young a child, I set my knife down, leaned over and hugged him. I proceeded to tell him that it takes a lot of work to take care of five boys and he said, "And Daddy!" True that.
Here I have a picture of Urban with six bottles of salad dressing and one bottle of barbecue sauce. Why, you might ask? While I was busy cutting five pounds of pork chops up into tiny little pieces so that little people could actually chew and digest dinner, unbeknownst to me Urban was quietly transporting all these bottles from the fridge to the table, assuming that we were having the standard salad for dinner. Unfortunately, broccoli was the vegetable on the menu this night, but it was funny when he finally realized that we didn't have any salad on the table and he started wandering around the kitchen looking for a salad to go with all that dressing. It was a very thoughtful gesture and eventually all the other boys got to put it all back...
Last week after Bode and Myers came home from school, I asked Myers to make lunch and then settled in with my face to my computer and my back to the kitchen. Of course, I only meant that he needed to make his own lunch, but that's not what he had in mind. About twenty minutes later I heard him tell me that lunch was ready. I turned around to find two paper plates on the table. Each one contained one whole pickle, a couple tablespoons of yogurt and a dallop of applesauce. I quickly realized that one of those plates was intended for me and the other for him. I took that as his invitation to dine with him. It was not the most appetizing lunch ever and I'm pretty sure I was hungrier when it was over than when I started, but it was a lunch that I hope I never forget (:
Below, is a picture of Myers, Davis and Lyndon doing "school" together. The three of them hiked to the shed and hauled this 4 foot folding table across the yard and into the house for this game. Myers, logically, was the teacher. A heartwarming scene. Unfortunately, it was two days before they finally hauled the table back out to the shed...