This morning, after being awakened by the single most annoying song you could play at 4:30 in the morning EVER, I lay in bed, my mind wandering. (Because there is no way I am getting my ass out of bed at 4:30am unless the house is on fire or we are going on a "leave in the middle of the night" vacation)
My thoughts settled on the little clowns.
Punkin - 10 years old, almost 11. As tall as I am. Sweet, funny, smarter than she realizes. She has a good heart. She can't raise her eyebrow, or do an "Elvis lip", but she can curve her tongue into a "hot dog bun". Something I could never do.
Sweet Pea - 6 years old. A sprite, an imp. Spunky. Smart, funny. She's kind of the peanut of the three. I'm convinced she was born without a "filter". If she thinks something, it pops right out of her mouth. She certainly makes life interesting. She always wants the extra hugs and kisses, and has started saying "I love you too, Mommy" even before I say "I love you" first.
Buddy - 4 years old. His temperment is a nice blend of Punkin's laid-back approach and Sweet Pea's 'in your face' earnestedness. He's not a big fan of playing on his own, and adores his big sisters. He's a cuddle-bug, yet he can be so very stubborn.
As Hubby got ready for his day, I heard the pitter patter of little feeties entering our room. I do what I always do -- pretend to be asleep, and try to figure out, without opening my eyes, if it was Buddy or Sweet Pea. The little clown climbed up in our bed, and got comfortable on Daddy's side before I could figure it out. I heard the tell tale noise of Buddy 'chewing' the inside of his cheek before he drifted back off to sleep for a few moments.
All too soon, Sweet Pea was in our room as well, the two of them lying on top of me in an attempt to keep me from getting up and starting my day. It was so tempting, the thought of staying all nice and coccooned amongst the pillows and blankets with the two cuddly little people.
Instead, I managed to struggle free of the warm blankets and a hundred pounds of clowns, thanking the powers that be for bringing them into my life. And for warm blankets and squishy pillows.