Dora wins again.

My kids have the ability to sense the worse possible times to need to be held. Every time I try to do anything productive (so maybe once or twice a day), work around a hot stove/oven, or eat a hot meal, suddenly my legs are squished between skinny arms and chubby cheeks. "Hode yoo", Zeke will say, standing there with his blanky. "Mommy, can you come nuggle me on the couch? Why don't you want to nuggle me?" Cooper has mastered the guilt trip already. And Payton adds "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" for a little extra noise. Do you know how hard it is to say no to nuggling on the couch, or holding my boy with his blanky? But seriously, I would never get anything done!

So today I decided that after my morning routine of returning emails while I eat breakfast (and maybe facebooking just a little), I will devote myself whole heartedly to my babes. I can't even remember how many times I said, "Not right now, Mommy wants to be able to eat breakfast without anyone climbing on me", and "Go sit on the couch, I will be there in just a few minutes." I finished breakfast right as Dora started. Swinging around in my desk chair, arms open wide, big grin on my face, I triumphantly say, "Who wants to come sit on my lap?!?" "Dora!!!" Zeke yells as he grabs his blanky and runs to stand in front of the tv. Cooper is already hunkered under a blanket and doesn't even look my way, "No thanks, Mom."

Sigh.