Few Things Cuter

 Tonight was a good night. We had a fabulous babysitter care for the children while we went to the adult session of stake conference. The poor girl had to change Hyrum's blowout and took care in making sure she dressed him in a new onsie and sleepers before bed. She did a fabulous job. We came home to a happy girl and a sleeping boy. I ran the babysitter home while Daddy put Camilla to bed. I came home to a girl in bed and a boy on the living room floor. I put him to sleep while Mr. Stannix got ready to make up some popcorn in the stove popper. 

I took my sleepy boy upstairs and rocked him in our bedroom so the commotion in the kitchen wouldn't wake him. I listened as the popper built up steam and finally started popping louder and faster. It was the best sound ever. The smell made it's way upstairs pretty fast and Camilla's tiny nose picked it up. I heard her whisper, "Daddy's poptorn!". It wasn't long until I heard her feet pitter patter out of her bedroom. She had forgotten I was in the room across the hall as she quietly and carefully made her way down the old, dark stairs. I peeked out my bedroom door to watch her as she took each step. Finally she made it to the turn at the bottom, about the third step up, and slowly peeked her head around the corner. Then she hopped off the stairs and ran into the livingroom where she nestled in next to Daddy and enjoyed some popcorn. There are few things cuter. I stood at the top of the stairs and smiled. Watching her face light up on that third step was the highlight of my day.

After she had a few pieces of popcorn, she gave Daddy a hug, and got a glass of water. Just before I got her to the stairs, she ran back in for another hug from Daddy, which was really a diversion. As she hugged him, she reached across his lap for another handful to tide her over. She ran towards me in the hallway doing the popcorn dance. She lifted her legs giddily, almost skipping and whispering, "Poptorn, poptorn" over and over again while putting pieces of popcorn in her mouth. She took her sweet time going up the stairs, carefully enjoying the last few pieces before bed, and licking her fingers. I have never seen a more excited little girl.