I laughed so hard as I returned across the street. I guess even toddlers need some time alone.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Even toddlers need alone time
We got home a bit ago; I ran some stuff inside and James took the kids across the street to watch football and I came over shortly after. We were sitting watching football for about 20 min when Joyce asks, "Is Chaz here?" I aprehensively said yes. James said "I brought one baby over, did you bring one baby over?" ..."NO!".. I ran outside and across the street wondering what shape my sweet abandoned Chaz would be in. I opened the door and Chaz looked up and said, "choo choo!", excited to hear the train blowing in the distance. He wiggled his legs as he anticipated being taken from his car seat and had no idea he had been forgotten for the past 20 min.
Monday, January 6, 2014
I always have what I never need
I couldn't find my book when I looked through the house so I went outside to look for it in one of the disasters, also known as "a vehicle". I came back in with my arms full and James asked, without looking up, "Did you find it?"
"No," I replied, "but I found 4 beach balls".
(This is JANUARY).
Today
Today I have been:
A mom
A nurse
A chef
A baker
A ref
A coach
A horse
A rescue bot
A cleaning lady
A toy fixer
And a therapist
How much do I get paid for this?
Today I have had conversations about:
Eating a worm and a spider
Why my kid can't have more than 3 servings of applesauce
Why, if our pet bugs are to be in the house, they must stay in their jars
What blood is and how skin heals
Whose poop is on the floor and how did it get there
Where the poop goes after it is flushed
Why it's not ok to throw dirt on a brother's head
Why it's not ok to put dish soap on a brother's head
Why our toothbrushes are not bath toys
Do mothers of girls talk about these things?
Today I:
Vacuumed the play room, stairs, kitchen, and dining room
Steam mopped the kitchen, dining room, bathroom
Cleaned the bathroom
Swept the front porch and steps
Did 2 loads of dishes
Reorganized the boys' stuff in their room
...and my house is still a wreck
Remind me why I thought I was being productive?
Saturday, January 4, 2014
God Will Be Your Comfort
Paxton, who is 3 1/2, has been waking up at night worried that I will leave him. I'm not sure if this is a typical stage or residual effects from when I left and didn't come back for 6 weeks (when I was at the hospital on bed rest while pregnant with the twins in 2012). Either way, it's easier to have him sleep on a mattress in our room so the midnight drama will stay minimal and he won't wake up his brothers.
The other night he woke up crying out for me so I went to his bed and rubbed his back to comfort him. I am concerned that a deep sense of fear in him will last forever but if I just have the right words to say and can direct him to receive comfort from The Lord it will save him countless nights of terrors. My presence with him during these difficult times is so important so I am prepared to walk through this with him at this pivotal moment in his spiritual life. So as I comforted him during this traumatic time, I poured out my words to assure him "I am here all night and I will not be leaving. Most importantly, God's spirit is here with you and he will never leave you. Know that..."
"Mom?" he interrupted, "Can you just stop talking and let me go back to sleep?".
Oh.
Yes.
Goodnight, Son.
The other night he woke up crying out for me so I went to his bed and rubbed his back to comfort him. I am concerned that a deep sense of fear in him will last forever but if I just have the right words to say and can direct him to receive comfort from The Lord it will save him countless nights of terrors. My presence with him during these difficult times is so important so I am prepared to walk through this with him at this pivotal moment in his spiritual life. So as I comforted him during this traumatic time, I poured out my words to assure him "I am here all night and I will not be leaving. Most importantly, God's spirit is here with you and he will never leave you. Know that..."
"Mom?" he interrupted, "Can you just stop talking and let me go back to sleep?".
Oh.
Yes.
Goodnight, Son.
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