Three...Two...One....

We are down to the final days before Aunt Angie's visit. She works the graveyard shift at work, so she only has tonight and tomorrow left to work before she is officially on vacation! Woohoo. Nick is also counting down the days. Only two more days of work for him, too. I think he has been mentally on vacation for the last two weeks.

They boys have been pretty good, for the most part. Joey learns new songs all the time. Today he sang "He's Got The Whole World". We called Nanny so she could hear him sing it. He sings it very well, but he gets the one phrase stuck in "repeat" mode. Besides Nanny giggling about a broken record, she commented that, "[she] does have to work tomorrow!" He finally ended the first verse after twenty-some lines. Thankfully, he wasn't into singing any other verse.

Lately he's been adding a phrase after just about everything he says..."is what I'm talkin' about." For example, "I like peanut butter, is what I'm talkin' about." He is getting more varied in his bedtime prayers, too. Tonight he prayed, "Dear Lord, happy this day. In Your name, Amen." And then he proceeded to repeat that prayer over and over in the middle of my prayer. I would love to say that I taught him a valuable lesson about respecting others and respecting God, but I couldn't stop laughing...so, that opportunity was shot! The other night, Nick came down from putting Joey to bed and told me that he asked God to "bless Larry and Bob Mato." Eventually, I aim to get him to ask God's blessing on real people, particularly people we know...but I guess for now, blessing VeggieTales characters will be good enough.

This evening, as I was busy trying to get dinner cooked, Nick was sitting at the table fixing one of his fishing poles. Nick and Uncle John and Shannon are going to get to go fishing tomorrow evening. Needless to say, since both Nick and I were busy (both of us doing very important things that couldn't be postponed) the kids were unsupervised for a few moments. Noticing that as I was slaving away in the kitchen, the kids were left to their own devices, I checked on the boys. Joey was fine, but Baby Nick...I thought I would blow a gasket. He had gotten to Joey's juice cup, still half full of bright red Tropical Punch Kool-Aid, and proceeded to dump it out all over the floor. His pant-legs were soaked up to mid-calf, and his bare feet were nearly glued to the floor by the juice. Nick was kind enough to wipe the floor off while I dunked Baby Nick's feet in the sink filled with soapy water. While he was splashing, the oven timer went off. Now what? I can't let go of Baby Nick, he would do a head dive off the counter top. The oven is not all that far away, right behind me in fact, but the hot pad was a bit of a stretch to reach. So I tapped into my secret "Elastagirl" super power, and stretched as far as I could in one direction, while keeping one hand on Baby Nick, and then recoiled myself to reach behind me to remove the food from the oven. I wish that all moms were endowed with "elastic" bodies. It seems there is no end to the need.

At least the boys are in bed now. Not that they are asleep...Baby Nick is currently screaming because Daddy has been in and out the front door several times in the last few minutes, and Baby Nick's window is right above the front door. We managed to lose the one pacifier we had left, so I can't even plug his mouth right now. Hopefully it will turn up before long. I guess I better get back to the grindstone. I have more dishes to clean, the toys to pick up, and clothes to put away.

Sleep well.