Biscuit on BeanWatch

The Beans light up when they see Hubby and /or Biscuit and/ or Katie. I have to admit, I'm a little envious, but I love that I get to see them all happy and smiley. It's great and the very best part of staying home with them. Along with getting to be the first one who sees everything they learn to do.

Like crawling

And standing

And playing footsie

This morning, Wednesday morning, I noticed a funny smell. This is nothing unusual, but the smell itself was. It was familiar to the point that I knew I should know what it was but it eluded me-- staying just beyond my grasp. I was getting really frustrated and after about thirty minutes I noticed it was following me around and I just could not shake it. I looked all over my shirt and robe and checked my hair and upper lip (not the hair on my upper lip- I'm not there yet) and suddenly I realized that I hadn't showered in a couple of days. Oops. Occupational hazard. What can I say?

Taking no joy in having offended my own olfactory senses I hastily employed Biscuit, who wasn't due in school until 9:27, in some Beanwatching. Twenty minutes of Beanwatching, to be precise.

The Beans were ecstatic to see him climb into the Playground. They flapped their little Beanwings and screamed and Pooki made her little growling noise that she makes when overcome with excitement while Pipsi snorted like a little baby piggie. Very cute. I hightailed it into the shower in the hope that Biscuit would enjoy a full-on happy Beanwatching experience.

By the time I turned off the water I heard the chorus of ScreamScreamScreaming and hustled my keester out to the Playground and climbed in to relieve Biscuit of Bean Duty. And he certainly seemed relieved indeed. He explained to me that the Beans had been fighting over a toy. One began playing with it (probably Pipsi) and as soon as the other saw her sister playing with it, she wanted it. So he gave it to the other one and the first one began complaining. Loudly. So he returned it to the first one and the second Bean started screaming. So he had to just let one have it and distract the other one. Then the one he wasn't holding wanted to be held so he had to put one down and pick up the other one and Pipsi bonked her head on his knee a little bit when he tried to pick up Pooki while holding Pipsi. And that was how he spent ALL twenty minutes.

I was so proud of him and I told him so. Then I told him to imagine doing just that ALL DAY LONG. EVERY SINGLE DAY. DAY AFTER DAY. AFTER DAY.

Anyhoo, the best part was when I came out to the Playground after being gone for only twenty minutes, guess who got to be on the receiving end of two bright, shiny "we're so happy to see you" smiles? That's right! Mommy was!!! SuperSpecialLuckyDucky Mommy! So, even though I had to get stinky enough to mistake myself for a petting-zoo animal, it had its benefits: I got a shower and a pair of fantastic smiles, and Biscuit was further convinced to hold off on reproducing until his thirties.

I gotta say it's a good day.