Too Much

The quote of yesterday, “Happy Valentime’s Day, Mama!  Bring me my Christmas cards.  All of ’em.”  That Jakey.  He’s too much.

I was talking to my friend Jamie on my drive home last night and she told me her son Jack’s class was celebrating “Friendship Day.”  We both agreed between snorts of laughter… ree-dic-u-lous.  Those crazy Angelinos.  We wouldn’t want 2-year-olds “loving” each other too much on Valentine’s Day.

I got home and James made me my most favorite weeknight dinner.  We call it steak salad.  And chocolate fondue for dessert.  Needless to say, Jakey’s a fan of fondue.  Natesy, too.  Jake wouldn’t go to sleep and we could hear him talking… well yelling… in his sleep all night long.  Nate ate numerous chocolate dipped blueberries and then would not go to sleep.  He pops up like toast and now he can fling his bedroom door open so that his wailing increases in volume via hallway acoustic amplification.  I’m pretty sure I laid him back down about 25 times.

We love chocolate.  But I think we might love sleep more.