My favorite time of day

Hmm...let's see. What time would that be? Morning? Nope. Mid morning? You've gotta be kidding. The kids' nap time? Getting warmer. Could it be 8:00 pm, when the children go to bed for the night? Ding, ding, ding!!!! Yep, uh-huh, yeah, yes, yay, yippee!!

Since Jason had worship practice tonight, I was by myself for the kids' bedtime. About 20 minutes til 8, I made the executive decision that it was close enough and their bottoms were going to be placed in their beds. Period. I had had enough. The crowning moment confirming my decision had to have been when I told Owen to put away his (new) Whac-a-Mole game that a friend lent to us today.

While talking with pajama-clad Owen about his day, I asked him who all had come to our house. Ms. Melanie and Ms. Joann and Aunt Joyce. "What did Aunt Joyce bring for us to eat?"

"Ek!" (Cake!)

"Yes, she brought cake. What kind of cake?" (A sneaky comprehension question that I doubted he could answer.)

"Mah-min!"

"Vitamin cake!?"

Emphatic head nod.

Wow. OK. He comprehends all right! "Vitamins" are what Great Grandpa calls the M&Ms he keeps on hand. I'm pretty sure vitamins are the reason that Owen always asks to go to their house. So--Texas sheet cake is the flavor of M&Ms. Except what does he think he gets every morning with his breakfast? (A real chewable vitamin.) He knows that's a mah-min too. He sure begs for those mah-mins all day long. Which is why I had to place them totally out of reach. If I could get inside the mind of my 2-year-old....

So I came downstairs to the trusty computer and fell into a sort of trance looking at old photos of Owen. I'm posting some from when he was about 10 months to a year old. They just make me happy.

P.S. Sorry about the pictures. Meet Joyce, Techno-Dummy.