The sitter tells me that World War IV broke out between the three older boys this morning. Something about lots of punching, needing to physically restrain a couple of them, gathering 8 shoes that another had stockpiled ready to whip at his brothers... and Ethan playing peacemaker. I've asked my Saint the sitter to write about it -- will post soon.
The three younger boys and Saint Sitter (as she will henceforth be known) came to the office to visit this afternoon. As I was talking to Saint Sitter, I noticed Ethan had taken my hand and was rubbing the back of it gently back and forth against his cheek. Such an unabashed display of affection! I love 5. I hope he stays like this when he turns 6 next week.
Finally, this evening I made soft-shell tacos for the boys. They could not stop raving about my tacos. I think they were just really hungry:
Evan: Mom - these are the best tacos!
Zach: We haven't had tacos in forever. These taste so good. We should have them more often.
Zayd: You make really good tacos, mom.
Ethan: You are the bestest taco maker in the whole world.
Ethan: Maybe you should work at Taco Johns.