my protectors

Brian was out of town this weekend and that usually means lots of mixed emotions. Missing him a lot, yet glad to have a little time alone once the boys go down for the night. And typically I end up staying up until like 2am doing things like photo editing, organizing, scrapbooking, or sometimes just watching tv - just things I don't normally do at night when he's here. It seems too quiet when he's not here so I try to occupy myself with things to do until I'm just so tired I have to go to bed and then just fall asleep as soon as I hit the pillow. That way I don't have to think about every little noise I hear, etc. But this time I didn't need to be anxious about being alone! Why?

For one thing, the boys thought they should "sleep" (in quotes cause there wasn't all that much sleeping) in my bed with me, so there was no being alone and I couldn't hear any noises over all the noise they made moving around all night.

And more importantly, the boys were more than happy to protect me with all of their weapons and ammunition they've collected over the past few months. I'm pretty sure they only fight people named "Grievous" and "Megatron" and "Darth Vader" from what I overhear from their battle dialogue...

And if there just happened to be any bad guys at the pumpkin patch today.......

this cowboy and his gang of good ol' boys would chase them away in their speedy John Deere!

What more protection could a mom possibly need?