Aydenism

Last night, I was putting the boys to bed because Steve was gone to his first basketball game of the season. Getting 3 boys fed dinner, dressed, and in bed in under 4 hours is a feat that should surely be rewarded with a million dollars, or a trophy that says FREAKING MOM OF THE YEAR or something to that effect.

Brush teeth - check.
Find blankie (Owen) - check.
Find binky (AJ) - check.
Tyler begins to fuss...uh oh.

Per our normal routine, they boys get in their bunk bed and I sit on the bean bag chair on the floor beside them. AJ has a really hard time going to sleep unless someone is "rubbing" him...meaning, stroking his fingers, arm, back, legs, feet, etc. Last night I sat down in the bean bag with Tyler in my lap and the boys finally in their beds. Predictably, AJ says, "mama...you RUUUBBBB me??"
"I can't right now AJ, because I have to feed Tyler. But when I'm done I'll rub you"
"OK" he complies.
About five minutes later I finish nursing Tyler, adjust my shirt and lift him up. He belches loudly and yaks up a little milk on his shirt.
"You're all done feeding Tyler?" AJ asks eagerly. "You rub me now??"

"Not yet, buddy - I'm not done feeding him yet" I replied as I switched Tyler to the other boob.

AJ huffs in exasperation and surprise.
"UNGH!" he huffs impatiently. "There's TWO of them?!?""