|A friend passed down this camo outfit. It finally fits!|
He was stoked!
Dad came home, "Dad!! It's Daddy-dude night and we're going to have hot cocoa outside!!!!"
These are the things we remember as children, the special things we do together as a family.
We ate dinner then I got our clothes ready. Of course, even though he wanted to go out, didn't want to get dressed. I reminded him a few times as I warmed the milk, and finally he was dressed. Yes!
He asked which cup was his. I asked which one he wanted. I smiled and pointed, "That's your cup."
|Our special Christmas hot cocoa mugs|
The curious four-year old that he is, of course he grabbed it to look at it. I wasn't looking, and hot cocoa went everywhere. I guess I forgot to tell him his cup was full of cocoa. Oops. It splashed from his face, to his toes, into a puddle at his feet, down the counter, on the counter, and hit every dish on the way down. Thankfully, it wasn't super hot.
He was devastated. He was covered in cocoa, and of course thought he had lost all his cocoa to top that off. Immediately, tears welled in his eyes, and I just saw the sadness. I could feel my heart ache for him. "My cocoa!!! Now I don't have any more cocoa!!! And it's all over me. Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!"
I got down to him, "It's okay. It's just an accident." (A really sucky, super messy accident, but an accident) "Take your shirt off. Go get a new one. I'll clean this up. It's okay." I smiled. Tears continued to well up, and it just broke my heart. He took a deep breath.
Daddy came in and witnessed the mess. I could see the frustration. I explained that it was an accident. He didn't want to go outside, "He doesn't even seem to want to go out. Why are you pushing this?"
I knew he was tired and wanted to chill. Deep breath.
"Because, he does want to go outside. He just waiting on me to get the cocoa made, and get us ready, and then we'll go out."
He walked off to help Z find his coat, shaking his head and mumbling. I just took a deep breath, and cleaned the mess, and it was a mess.
But that's what I do. Mama Been: mess cleaner.
It was dang near Bodhi's bedtime by now, but he was feeling the energy and excited.
Finally, the cocoa was finished!
I snagged my coat, got Bodhi's on and we headed out.
They dashed out the door, ready to play under the stars on the wintery night. I thought, "Bodhi doesn't even remember cold like this. Damn, it's cold."
Bodhi was excited and ran for the bikes. Z, my little dude with a sweet tooth, sat down for cocoa.
|Itty bitty marshmallows.|
Both boys cried.
The crying stopped when Z realized it wasn't his cocoa, and Bodhi realized it wasn't really that scary. Whew! Thankfully only his hand and a small spot on his pants was wet.
It was my cocoa, of course. That's fine.
Dad was done. "I'm going inside."
We chalked it up to just a crazy night, and ran to swing under the stars.
We drank cocoa in the tiny house, climbed the playscape, slid a few times, went to swing on the big swing together, all cuddled and bundled up, and by then sweet Bodhi was super tired, and hands and face were so cold.
It's a funny thing about little people. They strip their gloves, and hat, and feel the cold. It's so new to them, even if it's a little uncomfortable, they appreciate the novelty of it. I love seeing the world through their eyes, with their great appreciation for such small things.
We called it a night, and with the promise of heading out again in the morning, dawdled all the way to the door.
I could see the tired smile on the boys faces, and it brought a smile to my face. We peeled off the layers, and headed up to get ready for bed. Bodhi fell asleep first, then I headed in to read with Z.
He fell asleep a happy boy.
I've never been a fan of cold, but when there are two small boys reveling in it's joy and mystery, it makes me love it. There are so many things I didn't appreciate, and overlooked, and made up opinions about, without ever feeling it, before I had children.
I love these boys.
They open my heart, and open my eyes, and see everything as special and something to appreciate, especially the simple stuff, and even when everything is covered in sticky hot cocoa.
|Helping brother with his hat|