sweet things

Had a great sleep last night, and a nap this afternoon. Sweet, sweet sleep. My dear friend. : )

Had a much better day today, despite the unsettled matter of affairs. Might be because the bank appraiser finally came through our place today and was very impressed and "saw no problems." Don't know what that means appraisal amount-wise, but I'm hoping like hell that it's a good thing and this will all be done by the end of the week. But, at the same time, not letting myself hope to hard. You know. Self-preservation.

Natty's started this new thing at night where he knows it's time to be put to bed and he asks if he can cuddle. He sits ever so still in the chair with me, hugging me and burrowing his soft head into my neck, while whispering such wonderful little words, stories and observations to me, and sweetly stroking my hand or face. He has me hook, line and sinker, that boy. I'd sit there all night with him... as long as he was that sweet, quiet, loving, cuddly little boy. He seems to have the sixth sense that as soon as he gets loud or starts moving around lots, the party's over, and so he's ever so talented at keeping the activity-level just below the level of detection. ; )

And dear, sweet Isaac is treating me to many smiles, belly-laughs, squeals of delight, and his favourite words "star" and "da-da" umpteen times a day despite presently breaking through two molars and one front tooth. What did I do to deserve such wonderful little boys? I am crazy in love with them both: they are just what I need.