Our sweet girl cuddles up against me and falls asleep, sighing sweetly. I should put her down but I just can't.
At the end of a long day, I try to tackle a few things around the house (like that huge mound of dishes in the sink) so I put her down in her swing; immediately she cries hysterically. I sigh and pick up my mama's girl and she just grins.
Teaching my three-year-old patience is seriously testing my own.
Without fail, he always needs something while I am trying to feed Ella. Getting him to wait patiently is almost impossible.
My son dumps a whole bowl of sugar in my lemon butter cookie dough.
He locks his bedroom door and shuts it from the outside.
From his mouth is a constant stream of "Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?" and "Why? Why? Why?"
He warms my heart with questions like, "How did Jesus make Texas?"
He gives me the best hugs.
My son sweetly talks to my baby daughter and kisses her head.
My sweet Ella smiles and smiles at me and “talks” away. She has so much to say. I wonder what she could tell us if we could understand her?
There is a “Rrrrrip, rrrrip” sound coming from the piano room. There are strips of coloring book pages all over the rug.
A three-hole-punch is opened and its full contents of little paper circles are emptied all over the floor.
He rips a page right out of a library book (but could that be our fault from quoting that line from the movie “Up?”)
As my son takes his bath we sing songs and play. He smells so good and looks so nice after his bath, I just want to hug him.
We drive to dinner at the home of some friends’. I have two plates of cookies in hand that start sliding around as Daddy turns sharp corners (we are a little late, as is common with two young kids). I express my concern over his driving. James, who tends to stand up for his mommy, worriedly and frantically yells at his Daddy for the rest of the drive to be careful of the cookies! We try not to laugh.
Nightly dinner-time battles with our picky eater leave us frazzled and exhausted. Especially when we are guests for dinner at the home of friends, and James whines throughout the meal.
Nightly bedtime prayers and scriptures recited by our little boy leave us grateful and humbled.
You can only hear “but Mommy…” so many times before you lose your cool.
Sometimes I need a time-out more than my son does. And sometimes I take one. Quiet time is also a must.
Constant needs, incessant whining, never-ending messes abound.
Cute faces, sweet smiles, simple prayers, loving siblings, good boy, adorable girl, happy home. It’s all worth it.
