yesterday...it was time for macrae to take a nap. he started his usual i'm tired antics...you know, torturing isla by turning her show off, asking for snacks but not eating them, and general annoying little things.
i took him up to his bed but he wouldn't sleep. so i took him in my arms and rocked him back and forth (like the mom in the book "i'll love you forever") and i sang to him. but he still wouldn't sleep. so i started tickling his arms and face. and still, wouldn't sleep. THEN i did the "skuts skuts" eyelash tickle (only the dyers know what this is). and he couldn't fight me. after he fell asleep i just held him and rocked him and looked at my big baby in my arms. i didn't want to stop rubbing his back and looking at him. he's growing up too fast. my boy.
he helped me clean my bathroom and even wore the rubber gloves like i did. he's good at using the windex. and he was so proud to be my helper. (in his rubber boots)