09 September, 2011

Decomposed Lovers

The newest zombies to the collection :)

Someday

To Brandon<3

I woke up with sunshine pouring in from the skylight above our bed. Brandon was cuddled up beside me with his head laying on my shoulder. As carefully as I could, I tried to get out of bed without waking him up.
The television was on in the living room, and Roland was curled up on the couch. He was wearing his Dr. Who pj's and cuddling his Ugly Doll.
"Good morning, baby. Why are you up so early?" I asked.
"Mummy, I want to watch Pokemon." He jumped up off of the couch, and grabbed the DVD to bring it to me.
Roland was three and a half, and the cutest little boy ever. He has real blonde hair, and blue eyes like his dad. He is almost an exact replica of Brandon. The only thing Roland took from me was his love of zombie movies and his art skills. Well, even most of that came from Brandon.
I put the DVD in, and turned down the volume, only to get a scowl from him.
"We need to be quiet, hun. Daddy and Lennox are still sleeping. Don't wake them up because they'll be cranky all day." Roland put his pointer finger to his lips, and started giggling. He crawled onto the couch, and became absorbed into the TV as the theme song started playing.
I walked into the kitchen, and pulled out the waffle iron. My favorite part about Saturday mornings are having the time to make waffles for everyone. Roland loves chocolate chips in his waffles. (Thankfully, another thing he took after his mummy.) Since Brandon isn't much of a fan of chocolate, I have to make a separate batch for him.
While the waffles were in the iron, I had to take out everyone's special glasses and plates. Brandon and Roland use their Transformers plates, Lennox has her little monster bowl, and I use one of the many geeky plates we have. All of our spoons, forks, and knives are Star Wars related, so there isn't any arguing.
Brandon came into the kitchen holding Lennox in his arms. Both of their hair was sticking up in random places. He set her down in the high chair, and have her a bottle of milk.
Lennox was fourteen months old. Like Roland, she had extremely blonde hair, but had light brown eyes. Her eyes were like mine, since they changed colors with her mood. She was always trying to copy me. If I was trying to paint or clean or anything, she was right behind me. Lennox never failed to entertain us.
"Good morning, Fox." Brandon wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me.
"Morning silly bear. How was your sleep?"
"It was good. Until Nadia got into bed and started snoring." I put the last of the waffles on the table, and Brandon took out the syrup and juice. "How was yours?"
"Pretty good, actually. Lennox only woke up once."
"I didn't hear her cry?" Brandon said, and looked at me with a questioning look.
"That's 'cause you were too busy snoring, silly bear. It's okay though. She was just hungry." I gave Lennox her bowl of cereal, and sat down beside her chair. "Roland! Food's ready!"
Brandon poured Roland a glass of chocolate milk, and helped him into his booster seat.

Nightmares

"Tunny, please stop pulling on Mummy's dress." Tunny, my three year old daughter, was insistent on pulling me around the park with her. Her six year old brother, Zane, was playing on the swings by himself.
"Mummy, I want ice cream."
"Why don't you play on the swings with Zane first. Then, we'll go get ice cream." The biggest smile spread across her face and her light blue eyes lit up. I watched her small figure race toward her brother with her blonde hair flowing behind.
Tunny is such an energetic little girl. She's always trying to keep up with Zane in everything that he does. He's really good with her, too. Zane has never been mean to her, and always lets her play with him.
I wobbled my pregnant self over toward the swings. Tunny was sitting in the mulch, staring up at Zane admiringly.
"Come on, Tunny. Let Mummy put you in the swing." I picked her up, and somehow managed to get her into the baby swing on the first try.
"Mummy, I wanna go high."
"Okay, baby. But, not too high, alright?"
"Tunny!" Zane called for her attention. "Watch me do this trick!" He waited until he knew he had her full attention. Zane pumped his little legs, and jumped off of the swing. Tunny squealed with excitement, and started to kick her legs.
"Mummy! Mummy! I wanna do that!"
"You're too little to do that yet." She leaned back in the seat so she could see me better.
"But, Mummy. I wanna do that." Her eyes brimmed with tears as a temper tantrum boiled inside her.
"Let's go get some ice cream instead. I'll let you pick out whatever you want."
"I want sprinkles on mine!" Zane raced over to Tunny's side once I let her down.
"That's fine. Tunny, do you know what you want?"
"I want sprinkles, too!" She grabbed onto Zane's hand, and started pulling him toward the car.
We got to the ice cream parlor, and took a seat on the benches outside.
Watching Tunny eat her ice cream is always amusing. I bought her a small vanilla cone with sprinkles, and Zane got a small chocolate with sprinkles. It starts out fine, and then someone has to wipe their ice cream on the other. Usually, it's Tunny wiping her ice cream because she loves when Zane freaks out. Zane doesn't do much about it, besides giving her a silly face. But, it makes Tunny giggle like crazy.
"Tunny, lick your ice cream before it gets all over the place." She started licking the bottom of the cone, and got ice cream all over her face. Some of it ended up onto her dress.
"Mum, can we go to the park again tomorrow?" Zane asked.
"You have school tomorrow, dear. Tunny, come here so I can wipe your face." She shook her head, and tried to hide behind one of the tables. "You're not going in the car with ice cream all over you."
"No, I don't wanna." Zane grabbed her, and she started to kick and cry.
"Zane, just leave her alone. Tunny, please behave for Mummy. Don't you wanna go home and watch Madeline?" She was still crying because Zane grabbed her, and she placed herself in between my legs.
"Mummy, I wanna go home."
"Okay, baby. Zane, can you grab my bag?" I picked Tunny up, and carried her to the car. Once she was snapped into her car seat, she passed out.
"Mum, can we go to Sunday school again?" Zane asked when I pulled out of the parking lot.
"Of course, kiddo. Did you really enjoy it today?"
"Yup. I can't wait."
"Well, good. I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Grandma and Pappy are gonna be there next time." I looked up into the rear-view mirror to see them both sleeping. Tunny's face and hands were still coated in ice cream. She looked like a little angel.
Zane was facing Tunny, and he twitched in his sleep. He squinted his eyes and groaned.
Nightmares.
The only thing he got from me.