Saturday night with R

I was budgeted from work tonight.  I used flextime and essentially got paid to spend a night, one-on-one with my sweet R.

Paul had to be at some freshman orientation thing for work late, so I tucked K and J into bed.  As I went to tuck R into bed, I decided that spending time late into the evening with just him would be worth the cranky 6 year old the next day.  When I proposed this idea, he was just so over the moon excited.

I let him decide what to do.

His choice of fun for the evening, a s'more fest.

Mr. Bones ate 2, which was probably good for him.  Little man just doesn't eat very much, and his recent growth spurt has him looking like...well Mr. Bones.

He wanted to know what I did when I was 6 years old.  I told him how I use to dance, and he belly giggled so hard in disbelief.  It was a moment that made the distance between my parents house and mine so very far away...a moment when I would have loved to be able to get a picture or a video of me dancing when I was 6 to show R I wasn't kidding around.  

 I asked him what he thought of our s'more fest.  He gave me a thumbs up, and said "this is the best night ever.  EVER!  I so lucky you are my mom."

 Little man knows what to say to melt his mama into letting him stay up way, way, way past his bedtime.  So we watched the sunset together.

 and then jumped on the trampoline in the dark.


And after a quick shower to wash away the smell of fire pit, he spied on his little brother and took a picture of him with my phone.  Which was one of the most adorable things I have seen.  I only wish I could have taken a picture of R while he was taking a pic of sleeping K.

 After the sneek-attack picture, we made it into his room finally, over two hours past his normal bedtime.  We snuggled up in bed, read a quick book, and while I was getting ready to leave Mr. chatterbox just couldn't stop.  So I soaked him up, learning what goes on in his growing 6 year old mind.  We talked about pirates, his special girlfriend H, how he is on the verge of needing a haircut, that the sunsets out of R's window and rises from K's, how it is really only 6 in Oregon when it is 9 here and he wondered what all his family in Oregon were doing while he was getting tucked in.

Then he had to take a picture of himself being a pirate...

 and of his Skylander tag from his new shirt.

He told me "your the greatest mom ever."

His love language is quality time.  I am sure of this.