Missing Band Aids and the Like

I'm missing my babies.

Leo has always been pretty serious about bathing.  Owen?  Uh, not so much...

Shopping for Christmas gifts is an entirely different beast these days.  A box of new markers and a pad of paper isn't going to elicit the same excitement....so the shopping has made me think about how grown up they are these days.  And as much as, in many ways, I just enjoy my boys more and more and more the older they get.....the worries and problems are so much more complicated.  Last night Owen got shampoo in his eye and I could see he was miserable---his eye was a red, watering mess.  I finally got my little neti pot and put one of the saline capsules in it and that water was a little more soothing.  Eventually, (after his father helpfully suggested perhaps he'd scratched his cornea...thanks a lot for that one Ern) he calmed down and watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer helped as well.

It was kind of a comforting problem though:  soap in eye = rinsing, patting dry, waiting.  Nice concrete, specific steps to take.  The other questions and problems they have these days don't always have clear answers and patting them dry with a towel just doesn't do the trick either.  Sometimes I can't come up with an answer for how they should deal with somebody.

So, sometimes I miss my babies.

Leo is wearing a men's shoe only two sizes smaller than Ernie's.  I'm barely shopping in the boys department anymore. 

My sweet peas.