Thursday evening...got kids juice boxes from the sbux at the front of tar-jay (b/c I am a seriously awesome mommy like that... and the juice boxes give them some preoccupation so they don't grab every single item off the shelves).... I was busy browsing for the perfect card to go with a wedding gift for my boss (well, sort of my boss)...and Sydney dumped her apple juice all over Owen, soaking him head to toe in juice. And his head was tilted up, so it went up his nose. Pure joy soared through my heart. Either that or an anxiety attack...
Scene: still at target. The kids remove their flip flops and place on the motorized checkout thing-y... the target lady was nice enough to "scan" the shoes and accept the kids pennies as payment. She said bye to the kids and Syd yelled "BY-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe" at the top of her lungs, quite cheerily...making the "e" last the length of leaving the checkout until we reached the car.
In the parking lot I attempted to unlock the car door... my "dooot-do" (otherwise known as keyless entry but I call it a "doot-do") doesn't work so I have to manually unlock the car door. I let go of the cart and lo and behold a gust of wind came up and pushed my cart containing two thirty pound children and probably another 10 pounds of items all the way into the main aisle. I had to lunge for the cart.
Saturday afternoon, kids go outside with the hubs, return inside with dandelions saying "Mommy, I got you a flower! Kisses!"
1 am Saturday, er I suppose Sunday, morning... both kids wide awake... I put them both in our bed, slide in the middle, kick the hubs to the couch to snore... realize I have no pillow because the kids have absconded with them all...I lay in the middle, with no pillow. Syd snuggles up under my arm and curls next to my belly, Owen snuggles my back and makes sure his feet are touching me at all times...the three of us sleep in peace the rest of the night.
Sunday midday, I just finished mopping...O decides he needs chocolate milk, but tells no one... half a gallon of chocolate milk on the floor later... I am mopping again.
Sunday evening...picnic in the park and lots of swing, sliding, smiling, playing tag, climbing...
My dear sweet children...how I love your tiny bodies. I am continuously amazed that you came out of my body. With your sticky fingers, your hot little hands... your ticklish feet and underarms. Your gap teeth and cheesy grins. Your sweet baby smells...and your stinky sweaty post nap smells. Your soft hair... your insistence to hug then kiss then give a high five every time I leave for work. Your eager hugs. Your smarty pants observations. Your vivacious little laughs. I could watch you running, barefoot, through the sprinkler, on a warm spring evening at dusk, with your mouths wide open, your eyes huge, your laughs hearty...the flowers in full bloom, the tree leaves green, the grass freshly mowed... I want to freeze these moments forever and never lose them. You my children, my precarious and shy Owen, my vibrant and sassy Sydney...you are in full bloom, just like mommy's begonias.
That is motherhood, y'all.