Dinosaur Triple Threat

So my husband runs around acting like a 5-year-old sometimes (part of why I love him, and why I want to have kids with him so bad). One of the acting-like-a-5-year-old things he does we call the Dinosaur Pounce. He'll stand outside the closed bathroom door while I'm taking a shower, with his hands up close to his face like little T-Rex arms, and then when I open the door he'll jump on me, making me scream or laugh, depending on how surprised I am. It's sweet. He's not doing it while I'm pregnant because he figures startling me is not a good idea. I miss it.

This morning, my husband was up uncharateristically early (he usually studies late and sleeps late). He came into the kitchen while I was making toast for breakfast and said, "Nope, you need protein," and pulled out eggs and sausage and cheese and poured me a big glass of milk...made me this great breakfast which we then sat on the couch side-by-side eating.

During breakfast, I could not stop laughing. From my husband having staring contests with the dog (the dog is surprisingly good at not blinking first) to him trying to get me to eat more of my breakfast by piling it on the toast and giving it a funny name--he's just so incredibly funny and sweet. 

"I can't wait until the babies are here," I said. "You're going to have us all laughing 24/7."

"Yeah," he said. "But you're also going to have to put up with the Dinosaur Triple Threat for the rest of your life."

I know exactly what he's talking about: Him, outside the bathroom door, a little kid on each side, all 3 with their hands in T-Rex pounce position, all 3 trying not to laugh so that when mommy comes out after her shower they can pounce and surprise her. I'm sure the louder I scream, the more satisfying it's going to be.

Seriously, how lucky am I?

Hope everyone has a lovely weekend. Thanks so much for spending some time here this week.

XOXO

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