Last night after dinner Rus laid down on the couch, distracting Beau while I did the dishes.
I just love doing dishes.
Beau was laying on top of Rus and was being mercilessly tickled.
"Keri! Keri - Watch this! Beau is ticklish on his back!"
I didn't need to look, Beau's bubbling laughter had me hurrying to clean the last of the counter tops while throwing a blind eye to the crumby floor.
I knelt by the couch, Beau's laughter gone but a smile on his face as he gave Rus a hundred dollar hug. (They're that good.) I leaned over and kissed his chubby cheeks, pinching of little pieces of chub and pretending to eat them. Beau watched amused and then pinched off a piece for himself and tried to eat his fingers.
We got interrupted by Bekah who was pulling off Rus's shoes. Rus is training her to massage his feet.
"Oh, yeah, Bekah, massage my feet for five minutes and I'll give you a quarter."
"How about ten minutes and then I can have two quarters?"
"Let's just start with five."
At the mention of "feet" and "massage", Beau climbed off Rus's belly and took up his position at Rus's right foot. He is also a masseuse in training, and his abilities have already surpassed Bekah's since she gets distracted so easily. Jacob also took a turn later on, climbing over Rus's legs to get to his foot. (oh! the tenders!) Jacob seems to do more hurt than good at this point and I'm sure Rus hopes he figures out how to be gentler. ;)
I just don't know how Rus or I can feel anything but spoiled to have three kids crawling all over us and loving us - tainted grownups that we are - so completely.
By the way Bekah thinks she's turning into an Elf. Her ears seem to be getting pointier everyday (despite her prayers to Heavenly Father that they don't), and she seems to be shrinking. We've decided that Santa must be recruiting extra Elfs to help with Christmas. Bekah is such a lucky girl!
I just love doing dishes.
Beau was laying on top of Rus and was being mercilessly tickled.
"Keri! Keri - Watch this! Beau is ticklish on his back!"
I didn't need to look, Beau's bubbling laughter had me hurrying to clean the last of the counter tops while throwing a blind eye to the crumby floor.
I knelt by the couch, Beau's laughter gone but a smile on his face as he gave Rus a hundred dollar hug. (They're that good.) I leaned over and kissed his chubby cheeks, pinching of little pieces of chub and pretending to eat them. Beau watched amused and then pinched off a piece for himself and tried to eat his fingers.
We got interrupted by Bekah who was pulling off Rus's shoes. Rus is training her to massage his feet.
"Oh, yeah, Bekah, massage my feet for five minutes and I'll give you a quarter."
"How about ten minutes and then I can have two quarters?"
"Let's just start with five."
At the mention of "feet" and "massage", Beau climbed off Rus's belly and took up his position at Rus's right foot. He is also a masseuse in training, and his abilities have already surpassed Bekah's since she gets distracted so easily. Jacob also took a turn later on, climbing over Rus's legs to get to his foot. (oh! the tenders!) Jacob seems to do more hurt than good at this point and I'm sure Rus hopes he figures out how to be gentler. ;)
I just don't know how Rus or I can feel anything but spoiled to have three kids crawling all over us and loving us - tainted grownups that we are - so completely.
By the way Bekah thinks she's turning into an Elf. Her ears seem to be getting pointier everyday (despite her prayers to Heavenly Father that they don't), and she seems to be shrinking. We've decided that Santa must be recruiting extra Elfs to help with Christmas. Bekah is such a lucky girl!
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Keri I love your kids! I want to be just like you!!
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