Wednesday, March 23, 2011

4:24am

photo from here

It was still dark outside when I woke up. I could feel Jeff sleeping at my side, his back rising with each breath. The dog shifted at my feet. I rolled over and discovered Bob in the bed. His Star Wars jammies glowed in the dark. His eyes fluttered while I watched him sleep, his little-boy hands balled into fists. He lifted his head and turned into the pillow and whispered, "Sandwich..."

18 comments:

  1. My kids better be at least half as funny as yours. Love him.

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  2. "Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree?"

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  3. There must have been something in the air last night. My little man tried to climb in bed with me twice last night.

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  4. Ahh, the sweet moments of motherhood. So great you are writing them down as they happen. x0 N2

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  5. But the question is, did he really want a sandwich or is it some kind of code word?

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  6. I saw this on one of the craft blogs I follow and immediately thought "Bob Rosenberg" (yes--I am aware how odd that is)...
    http://thecellardoorstories.blogspot.com/2011/03/light-saber-pretzel-rods.html

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  7. Boys -- always dreaming about food. LOL

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  8. I'm pretty sure we had the same dream last night.

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  9. peanut butter and jelly, please.

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  10. This is the most darling post EVER!

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  11. I just love Bob.

    My 6 year old son, who loves construction as much as Bob loves Star Wars, often mumbles directions for digging holes when I kiss him at night.

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  12. This feline is just so lovely. Tucked in between the white sheets - it's such an endearing photo. What's the name f this cute, little bundle of joy?

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