Today I spent most of the morning in bed due to a low grade fever that I assume is Strep Throat (my husband was diagnosed on Saturday). I slept lightly because Alban was playing in my bedroom and he was asking me lots of questions and telling me to look at what he was doing. Being the fantastic mother that I am I mostly ignored him, moving in and out of sleep. Actually I would try to answer him, but it felt as though there was some sort of force field blocking my ability to do so, so on I slept.

He would intermittently jump up on the bed, kiss my cheek and push his very cold little feet between my legs and put his very cold little hands on my neck. He would tell me how warm I was and giggle. I remember telling him that he would be much happier in long pants and a long-sleeved shirt. He replied, “Mama. This is the happiest I get.” I realized that was true for me, too (minus the illness).

So on he played, asking me questions and telling me to look at all the guys who decided to live. I would wonder what the heck he was talking about but took solace in that he was happy and I needed rest so I didn’t pay much attention. Until I woke up. War rages on in our bedroom. There are at least 3 platoons getting ready to do their thing and one very active battle ship. Daddy will be so proud.

I would like to point out that I am in no way promoting the use of army guys or violence, in the bedroom or otherwise. The figurines were not my idea, in fact I really dislike them (unless they allow me to get some sleep). Their only redeeming quality is that they are historically accurate, and so he boys are learning bits and pieces of WWII history along the way. Since my father was quite the badass in WWII, I can’t be totally against them. And the army guys do not technically belong to the boys. As the boys say, their father is half boy and half dad, the WWII Army Guys belong to him.