Little Boy Hugs and Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

I am typing this blog as Cole eats his first grilled cheese sandwich(a Jackson favorite)-What a Hit-and Jackson sleeps in the car in the garage (we ran to the post office and gas station and when we got home they were both out in the back seat).  Cole can hardly fit enough grilled cheese in his mouth at one time to keep him happy-Yeah, people food.  Grandma came over when she got off work today so that I could go for a run-Thanks, Mom-I got in 6.5 miles.  The boys and Grandma played outside (it is about 50 degrees, but no wind) while I was gone, chasing balls down the street, riding bikes, etc.

Dad went to the Big 12 Tournament in KC yesterday and today.  Mizzou beat Texas Tech last night.  Here's hoping for another win tonight.

Now, did I ever mention how absolutely sweet little boy hugs are? NO? Well, they are amazing.  Obviously, I have been getting little Jackson hugs for a few years now, and they are fantastic.  He is all boy.  Even his hugs are rough.  He just flings himself at you, and you had better be prepared or you will get knocked over. 
Cole has just started giving really good hugs.  The feel of those heavenly chubby little arms around my neck practically make me swoon and the smell of his hair as he buries his angelic little face into my neck takes my breath away.  I love the way he holds me so tight, like he never wants to let me go.  Sometimes I even get a little pat on the back (like "Job Well Done today, Mom").  These are some of the many moments in each day with these two little boys of mine that I would not trade for anything. 
Don't get me wrong-we have our not-so-great moments, too.
Time-out is visited by Jackson sometimes more than once a day, and I sometimes have a hard time leaving the room without Cole bursting into tears.  But, even those moments I would not trade.
Jackson will eventually have to learn self-control, and I will give myself at least part of the credit for him getting there.
Cole will learn that you can not put Mommy in your pocket and take her everywhere-college comes to mind, but first let's get through leaving him at the babysitter's.  Separation anxiety is something that we did not experience at all with Jackson, so I am completely baffled by this seeming inability to understand that Mommy will ALWAYS come back.  I am open to advice at this point.

PS. no fun stories from the babysitter last night. Jackson must have been tired.