The death of our flatscreen TV in the living room has been a Godsend. Each night prior to its final days I would reprimand myself for turning it on knowing that it sucks me in for hours. "Turn it off!" I tell myself over and over only to wake up at 3am to some random late night infomercial which I end up watching and actually considering.
Anyway, Seamus and I have now returned to normal eating habits instead of "TV" dinners while Thomas plays in the "ring of independence" (the activity ring/exersaucer that some people dub the "ring of neglect"). We sat down to a civilized meal of nothing special that mom whipped up at the end of a long workday and we chatted about nothing and everything. It was then that I got my first unprompted "I love you, mommy." My heart melted as I beamed from ear to ear. I, of course, returned the adoration...I love my boys!
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