Wednesday, March 23, 2011
4:24am
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..."
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My kids better be at least half as funny as yours. Love him.
ReplyDeleteFood dreams... nice :)
ReplyDeleteBless him.
ReplyDelete"Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree?"
ReplyDeleteThere must have been something in the air last night. My little man tried to climb in bed with me twice last night.
ReplyDeleteAhh, the sweet moments of motherhood. So great you are writing them down as they happen. x0 N2
ReplyDeleteYes.
ReplyDeleteBut the question is, did he really want a sandwich or is it some kind of code word?
ReplyDeleteI saw this on one of the craft blogs I follow and immediately thought "Bob Rosenberg" (yes--I am aware how odd that is)...
ReplyDeletehttp://thecellardoorstories.blogspot.com/2011/03/light-saber-pretzel-rods.html
Boys -- always dreaming about food. LOL
ReplyDeleteHehee.
ReplyDeleteWhat a dreamboat.
How beautiful:)
ReplyDeletejammies-- bob is an angel
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure we had the same dream last night.
ReplyDeletepeanut butter and jelly, please.
ReplyDeleteThis is the most darling post EVER!
ReplyDeleteI just love Bob.
ReplyDeleteMy 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.
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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