Spaghetti Brothers

Bill was at a meeting, so I had the feeding and bedtime routine to myself.  The boys and I had a very pleasant spaghetti dinner.  A kept asking me how I ate without getting food all over my face.  No matter how I explained or modeled, and no matter how much he tried, he just could not master it. He always finishes spaghetti looking like he tried to put lipstick on and made his lips four times bigger.  Add that to the huge list of reasons why he can't wait to get bigger.  (What's the hurry, little man?)  K, on the other hand, had spaghetti in his hair, Parmesan all over his face and hands.  And he seemed perfectly satisfied with his hygiene habits.  His clothes were so full of mashed spaghetti that I lifted him up from his high chair and had A pull his clothes right off.  While I took care of the mess, A carried K back to their room.  He becomes such a helper when either Bill or I are gone.  After this quick photo shoot, they got into snuggly pj's, we all three sat in the rocking chair and I read to my boys.  I wish I could capture the night in a bottle.  My boys eating, laughing, snuggling.  My nuzzling their sweet smelling hair and soft faces.  I am living the good life.