You bet your bum I cried

I was sitting there feeding Thing 2 some yogurt and watching Rio with him and Thing 1 (ridiculously cute movie, by the way). He was sitting next to me on the window seat. Not the usual seating arrangement prefered for the consumption of something so sloppy as yogurt but we were doing fine. As I scoop yogurt into his mouth he reached out his little hand, patted my knee twice and then left his hand sitting there on my leg. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I stared at those chubby little fingers resting so gently on my leg. Those are the moments I want to remember. The sweet moments, the caring moments. The moments when you think, "Huh, maybe I'm doing something right with these little humans." So, here's to remembering more sweetness and less stink.