Creature of Habit

Buby finds comfort + amusement in the simplest parts of our day. For instance, every night when he brushes his teeth I stand behind him holding a squirmy Bleu. She leans in and grabs a chunk of his pretty hair. Yikes! I intervene. Buby laughs hysterically, even though we both know it hurt. I scoot back a little. Then I notice he does, too. Secretly, he loves when his sister pulls his hair, ridicules his dancing, crawls on his puzzle, takes his trains. Oh wait. Not the train part. He doesn't like that.



I throw him hugs every night on my way out of his room. All kinds of hugs, but the same hugs every night. He sits up in bed and catches them. There's the rocket ship hug, spin-around hug, the under leg dribble hug, the jump shot hug, and the big achuuuu hug. I always end with that one. It's like my grand finale. He throws back a single hug and tells me to make sure I share it with his sister.