Nothing is better than the gifts little people give. Be it "Happy Moder's Day to You" sung over and over at the highest volume, or the chance to change another dirty diaper on your special day. Blake made me the most darling tealight holder at preschool and was beyond thrilled to wake me up yesterday by throwing it in my face. Parker's gift was the gift of being needed. He was sooooo clingy all day and I think it is because he is being "gifted" with a couple of new teeth. The last present of the day was the highlight. We went to bed about 10, after Dave willingly, without being asked, watched Desperate Housewives with me (between that and a new BBQ, what else could a girl want?) We walked into Blake's room and both burst out laughing. See, earlier in the evening, we had him unzip his footy jammies, wear a chain necklace and walk around the house saying, "Hey there baby baby" while he waved his tummy back and forth. At 10:15 last night, Blake was out cold. There he was laying in his bed, jammies unzipped completely, bare legs straight out, his undies in all their glory, and his arms still in his Pj's. Oooh, Baby Baby. When we attempted a recap this morning, he declared, "I wanted to wear socks and Jammie pants with holes in the bottom! These jammies don't fit. They are too small." There you have it. And all along we thought he wanted to play "Boolaylay" again.
