That morning when I was cooking bacon and I heard little footsteps racing to the kitchen followed by Simon yelling "I smell bacon!"
My kids' cute little voices.
The way Simon asks to listen to "Jam" and he means "Millionaire" by Queens Of The Stone Age. Also, the day I introduced them to "Iron Man" and how Simon demanded to hear it a dozen times throughout the day.
The time Henry was all pissed off about doing his science homework until he started measuring things on the scale and got all into it.
The way Simon used to ask "What's his naaaaame?"
How the boys like to wrap themselves around my legs and make me walk them around the house.
How the boys like to wrap themselves around one of my arms and let me lift them up.
The way I'm able to make them both fall over laughing by pretending to be a dumb monster who's just stumbled across a lightsaber.
That Simon likes to sleep in a tent in his room.
Henry putting his arm around Simon and saying "we're little brothers!"
The time Simon shouted "I'm a princess!" and meant it.
Listening to Henry would rap along with "Egg Man" on the way to school during his kindergarten year.
Taking a walk with Simon and the treasures he found - a stick and a feather.
Taking the boys out of bed to go to the bathroom and the way they'll talk in their sleep. Or fart.
The way Henry asks to go to the donut store for breakfast by just saying in a deep voice "DOOOONNNUUUUUT."
Hearing Simon downstairs, singing to himself while he plays.
The way Henry ducks down in front of me, then leapfrogs up into my arms.
The time Henry went jogging with me, smiling the whole way, and how he said "I didn't think I could run that far" when we made it back to the house.
