Do you ever just want to freeze a moment and just live in it forever?
Sometimes, it happens. Sometimes all the CRAP from your day disappears and you’re left with just the good stuff and you just want to say, YES. THIS! And just stay there for always.
Last night, the husband had gotten home late from work. I had been working at the kitchen table, but stopped what I was doing to watch the end of a movie with him. We migrated to the bedroom and as we’re getting ready for bed, he all of a sudden tackles me onto the bed, causing mass fits of giggles from me, kisses from him and we just lay there … all tangled in arms and legs and kisses. And as we’re giving each other nose nuzzles and pecks on the lips and gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes, all of a sudden we hear:
poot.
We both look to our left and the pug {the OMF YOU EFFING SORRY EXCUSE FOR A DOG} has pooted right next to us and is now smelling his butt, trying to figure out where that sound/noise/smell just came from.
The husband starts CRACKING up, and as I’m gagging in my mouth from the smell and the sound and the entire experience of what just happened INCHES from my face, the pug is turning circles on the bed, very proud of the ‘happiness’ which he has apparently caused.
All of this would be funny by itself, but on top of that as soon as the husband regained his composure and stopped laughing his ass off, all he could do is compare this moment to how the Mouse is CONSTANTLY making me aware of his gastric intestinal bodily functions, and how funny he thinks they are. On any given day I promise you I hear, ‘Mommy, I tooted!’ at least 12 times. He and my husband, they make a game out of it … who can ‘toot’ the most. I swear, on his first day of preschool I’m going to get the world’s longest note home from the teacher about how my son tried to make friends by farting on everyone.
Sometimes, I look around my house and shake my head and no kidding, I say outloud, ‘how the hell did I end up in a house full of penises?’
And then someone pees on me and I start a new load of laundry.
OMG I totally see this happening in a few year when my little guy grows up and can interact more with my Hubby and they are laughing at these things.. Right now my 18 month old makes zombie noises when my Hubby calls him Zombie baby! Treasure the moments right?
Ha! How romantic
Yes, sometimes I feel the same way. Landon thinks it is hilarious to pass gas. And Brigham doesn’t know it’s funny but he does it a lot and some of them are quite impressive
Oh, our sweaty, stinky, silly boys. We’re in for it as they get older!
That is such a sweet moment! My husband probably feels the way you do, except it’s a house full of vaginas. Seriously. There are nine of us and he’s got the (neutered) boy dog for gender support.
Oh boys!! I love all three of mine. Our older boys would get a long well. Xander walks around yelling out “I farted!” all the time. Cracks us up! Last week when I picked him up at daycare the provider was telling me how he said it at daycare and they were all shocked. You never know what is going to come out of his mouth (or butt) next.
I can definitively say that it’s not just boys that do that. My daughter is constantly reminding me how gassy she is lol