Pineapple juice

Some nights we make pizza all together.  I've mentioned this before.  Sunday night we had pizza with pineapple on it.  Matthew decided that pineapple juice would be a great styling aid for his hair.  I must say he looks rather fantastic!  Smelled good too.

Last night as we were going to bed we said our usual "hope we get to sleep thru!".  We've been saying this for eight, almost nine years.

No such luck.  This time is was eight year old Clive coming in to our room crying that he was cold and his foot hurt.  I took him back down to his room where he turned on his heater and I put his extra quilt on his bed.  I went back to bed and lay there, wide awake.  I knew he was just over tired from a very fun weekend but I also knew he wanted to come in our bed and snuggle.  I wanted him there too, but then he wouldn't have slept.  He is still my sweet Clive who likes hugs and cuddles when nobody is looking.  He still insists on a kiss and a hug before we are to be separated.  This morning I hugged him and asked how his foot was.  It was fine.  After school I hugged him and asked how his foot was (can you say "overprotective") and he said he was fine. I love him so much and there are never enough hours in the day for him.

We went to the playground just before supper tonight.  It felt like spring.  We ran and chased each other and Zuke dug a very deep hole in the sand pit.  Spring can't arrive fast enough.