Letter to my Son

Dear Evan,

It has been my greatest honor to be your Mommy for the past 19 months. I love you to the moon and back again. From the moment you were born, you've had a piece of my heart and soul. Seeing your beautiful and happy little face everyday fills me with too much joy. Your laughter is greater than any gift that you could wrap with your sweet little hands.

With that said...

I found my first gray hair today and there is no doubt in my mind that you put it there. Maybe it started growing the day that you dragged your sister's chair to the counter and tried to reach the coffee pot. It could have been the next day when you learned how to open the fridge and threw a glass bowl full of grapes onto the tile floor. More than likely it was the day that you climbed from a bowl, to a bar stool, and then onto the kitchen island and grabbed a knife. I guess it's also possible that it started growing last night when I was brushing your sweet little hair after bathtime, and you ran off in your nice clean jammies and jumped back in the tub. What I'm trying to say, is that I love you so much that I would like to keep you in one piece. You don't make it so easy...

Every morning I pray that God will help me keep you out of harms way....and everyday I'm reminded that harms way is the only path you are interested in. As your Mommy, I look at you and wish that I could fix any problem that you will ever have, kiss every boo-boo, wipe every tear. I treasure everything about you...all 10 fingers and 10 toes...all 4 limbs...please...PLEASE...be more careful.

~Momma

A Mommy Moment on Monday

Life with kids can be chaos at times. Everyday seems like a challenge, but we get through it. Having a 4 year old and a 1 year old has taught me many things, above all it has taught me that laughter is the key to survival.

After a full day of running errands, grocery shopping, and a playdate, we arrived home at 6:30 pm. On a normal day we have music time at 6:00, dinnertime at 6:45, followed by bathtime, and bedtime. My son was clearly exhausted, but he loves music time so I didn't want to skip it. After 30 minutes of dancing I realize...it's 7:00...yikes! I hadn't even started on dinner, so I rush to the kitchen and start on the meatloaf. Meanwhile my son is throwing the biggest fit that I've ever seen. Mamamamamamamamamama! With my hands in a bowl full of raw meat my son is crying for me to pick him up. "I know honey, I'm almost done, just a minute." All of the sudden I feel him grab my shorts and pull as hard as he can. OMG! My hands are in 1 lb of raw meat and my son has just pulled my shorts down around my ankles. OMG!! Here I am, hands covered in raw meat and I can't get to the sink without stepping on my son. I quickly yell for my daughter to help me pull up my shorts, she runs into the room and bursts out in laughter.
Kaylee: Momma you're so funny, you're not wearing pants.
Me: Kaylee can you please help mommy pull up her pants?
Kaylee: (laughter)
Me: Kaylee pleeeeease!!!
Evan: (laughter)
Kaylee: I can see your bum! (laughter) Momma I can see your bum!
(Evan is now slapping me on the bum because he thinks it's funny)
Me: Please help me...I'll give you M&M's!
Kaylee: M&M's?! (laughter)
Finally, it occurs to me that this may be the funniest thing that has ever happened to me, so I laughed. Then I used my leg to move my son, so that I could manuever myself to the sink where I washed the raw meat off of my hands and pulled up my own pants. Meanwhile my son and daughter are still laughing hysterically, and so am I.

Life with kids is unpredictable, if you can't laugh about it, then you're missing it.
~ Me