Smoochy Mama

I was gone for 2 days, and I missed my chicks like I had been gone for years. They missed me, too, which was evident by the looks of surprise and awe when I picked them up at the sitter's. Seriously, you'd think I HAD been gone for a year. ONE day. ONE day I don't pick them up, and the shocked looks I get upon returning are just crazy.

Jenna: "MOMMY?! MOMMY!! I missed you SOOOOO much! Mommy! Mommy! Ooooo, I LOVE you, Mommy!"
Claire: "Momeeee! Mommeeee! Mommmeeeee!!! Luv ooo, luv ooo!!"

This is all going on whilst I'm being tackled and climbed upon, much like a mother opossum. Do opposums eat their young?

On to more blabbing...last night, Jenna told me that I was a "smoochilada." I'm assuming that's something like an enchilada, minus the beans and cheese. Then she explained to me that SHE was an apple smoochilada, and Claire was a banana smoochilada. So all evening, I was bombarded with requests to "Give the apple smoochilada a smoochilada." Translation: Give Jenna a kiss.

10pm, I'm in the girls' room giving them a last kiss before going to bed. I lean over to Jenna, and she whispers, "I love you, my smoochilada."