sanders family old blog

in the mornings, van comes down the stairs holding his blanket that he sleeps with every night (which was formerly known as his "GG" but apparently now that he's 7, it's just a blanket). i pick him up and take him over to the couch and mug on him like i do every morning.
i just can't resist that face.
we talk about how i'm always going to pick him up and love on him no matter how old he gets. even when he's a teenager. even when he's a dad. he pretends to be too cool for my kissess, but he never resists. we sit there until i have to get up and take care of things.
last week we agreed that he can buy the big couch in the living room for $1,000 so he can jump on it whenever he wants and eat there too. he's very excited about that and has $60 saved up so far. he talks about how cool it's going to be when he can do whatever he wants with it.
today he called out to me from the living room, "hey mom, come and dance with me!" he had just finished watching garfield and the credits were rolling with some catchy music. i was actually right in the middle of something, working as fast as i could while mia (the "don't let mom get anything done" master) was sleeping.
but van almost never asks me to dance with him or do anything silly, and double forget it if i'm the one who brings it up. so i jumped at the chance and said, "i can't think of anything i'd rather do." i dropped what i was doing and ran in the living room to bust some moves with that sweet boy. i did the running man. he did the robot.
i cried a little because i was so happy.
he's going through this phase where he's irritated all the time. at everything. like all the time.
i have had to really work on being patient, and remember that he's just a little 7 year old boy trying to learn how to be a person, and that it's my job to teach him how to do that in the most loving way possible.
i pray that i can be a better mom, every night.


and what about this little bundle of the most deliciousness you've ever seen?! i swear it's not fair that i have this perfect little sweet smelling creature at my disposal whenever i want her. i get to munch on those cheeks, and tickle those pudgy legs and round belly, and hear the cutest little laugh ever, and just stare at those perfect little features.
Christmas morning. everyday.

and jasmine.
i miss her so much it hurts.