Saturday, May 28, 2011

Trio's Playdate

            My brothers and me were way too excited to stay in our beds for Mommy and Daddy to come and get us out of bed that we ran to theirs. Mommy was all cuddled up in Daddy’s arms.  Mommy and Daddy were very heavy sleepers so we only had one way of waking them up. Jasper, Carson and I climbed up onto the bed to get ready to jump until they woke up. We started jumping up and down once we were all standing on the bed. It wasn’t long before Mommy and Daddy woke up. Daddy was quite cranky when he woke up.

            “Bella Rue, Carson Jackson, Jasper Scott; stop jumping on the bed or you won’t be going to Gymboree with Athena today.” Daddy said angrily

            “Jethro, don’t snap at them; they’re just being kids.” Mommy said scolding Daddy for yelling at us.

            I laughed a little when Mommy yelled at Daddy like all the other adults did when Mommy did what she did in front of them.

            “Jethro, why don’t you and the boys go downstairs to make some coffee and breakfast?”

            Daddy just stared at Mommy.

            “That doesn’t work on me, remember.”

            I giggled again at Mommy’s quick wit.

            “Come on boys, it’s our turn to make Mommy and Bella breakfast.”

            “But it’s not Mother’s day.” Carson said as Daddy helped him off the bed.

            “Yeah it’s not, so why are we making them breakfast?” Jasper asked as Daddy helped him.

            “Cause Mommy wants breakfast made and she wants to spend time with your sister.” Daddy answered.

            “Why would she want that?” Carson asked as they walked out of the bedroom.

            “Bella is the only girl in the family; so Mommy wants to spent time with her.”

            “Bella isn’t the only girl in the family. Kelly is a girl and so is Mommy.” Jasper said.

            “Yes, both Mommy and Kelly are girls, but they are not little girls like your sister. They are big girls and Kelly doesn’t live with us. She lives with Liza and Jason.”

            Once Daddy and the boys were out of the room, I wasted no time cuddling up next to Mommy under the covers.

            “Mommy, tell me a story about when you and Daddy were Agents, please.”

              “Well baby girl it’s hard to choose just one, you’re Daddy and I had so many adventures when we were agents.”

            “Please Mommy. There has to be something you remember.”

            Mommy then had a look on her face that made me wonder why she was smiling the way she was.

            “Mommy, why are you smiling like that???”

            “It's nothing; Mommy is just remembering the good times Daddy and I had in Paris a long time ago.”

            “Can you please tell me what you and Daddy did in Paris?” I asked.

            At that moment I saw something rare play in Mommy’s eyes. Mommy had panic in her eyes.

            “Can you tell me a Paris story?”

            “No.”

            “Why not?”

            “Because Mommy said no.”

            “But why?”

            “No Paris stories.”

            “But why, Mommy; why?”

            “Bella Rue; I am the Mommy and if I say no it means no.”

            I was quite persistent.

            “What did you and Daddy do in Paris?”

            Now Mommy was mad.

            “Daddy and I went sightseeing.”

            After that Daddy called us for breakfast as my brother dug in.

            “What’s wrong Jen?” Daddy asked Mommy.

            “She asked about Paris and what we did there.”

            “Paris in ’99?”

            “No Jethro, when we were there for our honeymoon; of course back in ’99. She wanted a story from our days as agents.”

            “Did you tell her?” Daddy asked as they joined us for breakfast.

            “What do you think? I wasn’t going to tell our four year old about Marseilles.”

            After breakfast Mommy and Daddy got us ready for Gymboree. Before long we were at Gymboree playing with Athena on the various toys while Mommy, Daddy, Aunt Jay and Uncle Nick watched from outside the play area.

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