But I had some time to do a quick belly post and it was so much fun. I forgot how much I love to blog.
So call me a liar, that's okay, but here I go again.....
Payton is just getting over being sick, and Noah is about 3 days behind Payton.
Payton has been so loving, and understanding that Noah just "doesn't feel good" so he's kinda been extra lovey to Noah this week.
Our order of bedtime is: Dallen and Gracie first, each in their own room, then Noah in ours. And once Dallen is out, it's Payton's turn. (Dallen falls asleep faster than Payton, if I do them at the same time, they will talk for an hour and fight for 2 more. Not worth it.
So tonight, I put Noah down, and he just wants to be loved and snuggled and rocked and sung to. You all know what I'm talking about normal sicko stuff. I was still trying to clean up after dinner. So I thought I'd let him cry a bit, I'd hurry up and clean, then I'd go lay down by him and love him better.
As I walked out of the bedroom to clean the kitchen, Payton said, "Mom I hear Noah crying, he's really sad. I better go love him."
The crying stopped after a minute and I could hear some singing. When I was all done with the kitchen, I went to check on my boys, and this is what I found:
