Mooshy Squooshy Goodness

We sat down with the kids last night before bed and each had to share something they loved about their siblings and parents. Great way to feel the love! Never mind that there were Valentine presents at the end of it. Good incentive to lovey dovey up the sibs. I was looking for a bit more depth - but, hey - they're kids and this love stuff can be embarrassing!

Heavily paraphrased -

Avrie -

Dad: He's funny.

Nolan: He plays with me.

Mom: Cuz she cooks good stuff.

Cole: Cuz he's my little brother.

Nolan -

Dad: That he builds with me.

Avrie: Cuz she's funny.

Cole: Cuz he likes me.

Mom: That she's a good cook.

Cole -

Dad: I love him cuz he makes coffee.

Nolan: He makes Avrie be funny.

Avrie: Her laugh.

Mom: A good hugger.

Dad -

Nolan: He's very creative, a thinker, dreamer, always in his head.

Avrie: Such a good singer, artist and she always gives me the best hugs before bed.

Cole: He's goofy. And he's pretty sweet!

Mom: She's my girl. She's a 'good cooker.' She knows me.

Mom -

Avrie: She knows what she wants and sticks to her guns. Very sweet.

Cole: He's my little baby. He's home with me all day.

Nolan: That he loves to read. Loves.

Dad: He loves me. He works hard so I can stay home and raise my kids.

The general consensus seems to be that I can cook. I'm thankful they appreciate it. Valentine supper was: Roasted Brussel Sprouts, Peppers, Parsnips; Linguine with Butter, Lemon, Pepper, Parsley and Parmesan; Chicken Piccata, Salad Greens with Apple, Pecans, Feta, Raspberries, White Balsamic Vinaigrette; Blueberry Pie with Ice Cream; Lemon Drop Martinis.

It took all afternoon to prepare and I loved every second of it. I love, I feed. I'm loved, I'm full.