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mornings w/ kids ~ christian seavey

"Momma momma! Wake up! Daddy's makin' bekfas' an he wanna eat wif oo!" I open my eyes to see Owan and Oliver standing in their Pjs on my bed. Oliver's off in his own world like always and Owan's jumping on the bed near my stomach. The smell of bacon fills my nose.

Owan and Oliver are Christian and I's 4 year old twins. Oliver doesn't really talk. He is quiet and has a learning disability but Owan is the opposite. Owan is loud and happy and loves everyone. Oliver is the younger one and is slightly smaller than Owan so Owan helps Oliver with getting up places and talking. They have the Seavey's bright blue eyes, my (your typelike straight etc) hair but brown and blond, the ICONIC Seavey nose and are amazingly sweet.

"Okay, okay Owan. I'm awake! How did you sleep?" "Good momma. Hey Ollie, how did oo sweep?" He says as he plops down on the bed. Ollie looks up at me and puts on his signature goofy grin. "I sweep 'ood bubby." Ollie crawls over to my lap being careful not to hurt me and cuddles into my neck.  "Hey bud. How's about... we go see daddy and you two can help him finish breakfast?" "Yeah!" Owan says as he slides off the big bed on his stomach and runs over to the door.

"Hurry momma! I wanna cook wif daddy." He says as I crawl out of bed with Oliver on my hip. "I'm comin' bubs." I grab his hand and we go down the stairs. "Bubby, I 'mell 'acon." Oliver says and Owan smiles at him with his silly grin.

Owan jumps the last step and runs into the kitchen and plops down at Christian's feet. I put Oliver down and walk behind Christian. I wrap my arms  around his waist and kiss his neck. "Hey baby." Is all he says as he flips the pancakes. I slap his butt and smirk as I walk over to the boys playing superhero dinosaurs in the living room. "Hey what was that for?" "I felt like it." I feel a tug on my pantleg and I see Oliver with tears in his eyes.

"Bubby stole m-my s-special dinoswar." He crys out. "Owan Jameson, come here." He walks over with his head down. "Did you take Olilie's special pink dinosaur with the yellow cape grammy (christian's mom) made him?" I question. He nods and shows it to me. "Why did you take it?" "Cause he wouldn't share wif m-me."

"Here, how about we give Ollie back his dinosaur and we find yours." He nods and hands Oliver back his pink stegosaurus. "O, bubs we can't take anyone's things unless they say we can. You know that." I say as I lead him over to the toy bin in the corner of the living room. "I'm sworry momma. He wasn't shawin' an' I didn't know where tommy was...." I grab his T-rex with the orange cape and purple body. "Here bubba, go say your sorrys to Ollie and I'll go check on breakfast." He waddles over to Ollie amd pretty soon they're playing again.

I walk over to Christian again and start kissing his neck and back. My shirtless husband puts the pancakes on the big plate and turns off the stove. He turns around and pushes me to the island and wraps his arms around me. "Hey sexy. How'd you sleep?" He says in his morning voice. "Good. The boys, well Owan, woke me up. Ollie was off in his own world half asleep." I giggle as he puts his forehead on mine.

"What did Owan do now?" "He took Ollie's dino without asking 'cause he couldn't find his." He smiles and kisses me. I kiss back but the kiss doesm't last long. I hear giggles from behind the island.

I peek around to see Owan and Ollie hiding under the stools giggling and whisper- well, talking about Christian and I. "Boo!" I say and Owan grabs Ollie's hand and runs away squealing something about "momma's cooties." "Wow.... they remind me of you and Daniel running from Anna and her girl cooties." I say as I turn around to see Christian laughing at the boys' hiding spot.

I spin around to see the boys peeking their heads over the couch every so often and giggling when they see we see them looking. I laugh and kiss Christian's cheek. "Boys, come get breakfast so we can get ready and see Uncle Tyty and Uncle Danil today." I say and the boys run over to the island stools.

I pick Oliver up and plop him on the stool. Owan climbs up and sits down on the stool with his hands folded on the table. "Okay boys, what do you want on your pancakes?" Christian asks as he looks in the fridge. "Syrip an' booter" Ollie says as he sets down the plate I hand him. "Uh.... Daddy? Do we have redberries and booberries?" Owan asks as I give him his plate. "Yeah. So, butter, syrup, berries of all kinds, and what d'you want y/n?" "Whatever's fine." I grab two bigger plates for Christian and I.

I kiss Oskar on the cheek and sit across from him. "Pass your brother a fork and a spoon and this napkin." "Fowk, 'poon, na'kin." Ollie says as Owan passes them to him. Christian puts buttered pancakes on Ollie's plate and sets  the syrup next to him. He then puts the berries and plain pancakes on Owan's tray.

"Tank oo daddy!" Owan says as he helps Ollie put syrup on his pancakes. "Das 'nough bubby." Ollie says and I smile at the two and take a picture of the sight.. Christian puts bacon on their plates and I snap a picture of Christian and the boys. I smile as Christian looks at my phone while putting his prefered stuff on his food.

"We really are cute aren't we?" He says as I post it to instagram and tag Christian.

I nod and see the comments roll in. The majority is about how cute the boys are and about how cute of a dad Christian is. I just ignore the comments telling me how to parent and that my kids aren't supposed to be on social media, etc.

One comment catches my eye, there's some of my favorite people well, minus my favorite sister (sorry anna @annabanana). I laugh at Tyler's comment and show it to Christian and we laugh. "Momma, put your stinkin phone down." I look up to see Oliver Benjamin Seavey looking at me with his hands on his hips and a mean look on his face. "What?" I ask with just as much sass. "I said, put 'oor stinkin' phone down." This time with his lisp. 

"Momma, Ollie sayin' dat he wanna talk to 'oo an' oo's not wistenin' " Owan says. "Well, I think if we all lay off the sassy butt this morning, that can be arranged." I say and Oliver just smiles and nods. Owan giggles and starts poking his fork into his berry soaked pancakes.

Christian gets himself more food and pokes the boys while he grabs the stuff from the counter to put away. "Did you boys have enough? We need to start getting ready to see Tyler and Daniel." "Who's dat?" Owan asks "Oh yeah, Uncle Tyty and Uncle Danil." "Oh, otay. Momma? Can 'oo 'elp me an' Owan down?" Ollie says and I look shocked and smile at Ollie.

"Okay, let's go get ready to see Tyty and Danil." I say as I help the boys and kiss Christian on the cheek. They each grab my hand and we head up the stairs one stair at a time.

I kinda wanna keep going with this.... do i make a part two?