What my children gave me this mother's day.
6:45 - One vomit soaked baby and crib
6:50 - Laundry
7:00 - My biggest fan screaming my name... over... and over... and over.
7:45 - A potty partner (nothing like a baby on your lap, unraveling toilet paper, to say, "you will never be lonely again!")
8:00 - One ham and cheese scramble coming up!
8:30 - Dishes.
9:00 - A hot, quiet shower.
9:15 - A card, hand-made and delivered to a dripping wet mommy... and the question, "Mommy penis doe?"
9:16 - Laughter
9:40 - A father-son outing and a quiet house
9:55 - One poop-filled diaper... and pants... and shirt (at which point I am pretty sure my 6 month-old smiled and exclaimed, "Happy Mother's Day!")
10:00 - Laundry
10:10 - A late departure for an afternoon with the in-laws
11:00 - 3:00 - Mother's Day Festivities (Train museum and lunch. It may be Mother's Day, but if toddler's not happy, nobody's happy.)
4:30 - Baby laughter (and hungry toddler tantrums).
5:00 - A sweet sibling moment that went something like this...
The baby cried as I mercilessley sucked mucus from his congested, little nose. Meanwhile, I heard The Tine in the background, rooting through the fridge, mumbling about the baby. I imagined he would emerge with a yogurt demanding that I abandon the baby and help him with his snack. Instead he ran over with a bag full of Bady's cold teethers, pulled one out, and proceeded to shove it in his mouth, repeating, "It's otay baby, it's otay." When the baby shot a grin his way he absolutely lit up and proclaimed, "Daddy, baby happy, baby happy!"
6:30 - A tiny, toddler hand, gently stroking my cheek
6:31 - The knowledge that said tiny, toddler hand just minutes earlier explored the mysterious crevices of tiny toddler's butt crack.
6:32 - More laughter. The "butt"-induced kind. (The best kind.)
7:30 - Sweet memories: After a day of fun-filled, train-happy activities I asked my toddler, "What did you do today?" To which he responded, "I poopoo-ed at Pap's house!" (That was sixty dollars I'll never see again.)
7:45 - A break... finally!
Hope your Mother's Day was filled with the kisses, laughter, and poop-filled diapers that let you know you are loved!
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Sounds like a lovely day... I like that your older child gave the baby something to make him feel better. Very sweet!
ReplyDeleteAh Mother's Day! I love it, complete with highs and lows. What Mother's Day isn't complete with bodily fluids and functions run amok. ;) Glad to see you had a lovely day.
ReplyDeleteoh, the fetid hand on your cheek -- i love it :)
ReplyDeleteDis.gus.ting. Stuff like that never happens at my house. Never, Kim. Ever.
ReplyDeleteOMG, you don't even know the conversation I had with Landon yesterday about him putting his hand in his buttcrack...our toddlers are SO similar it's eery!!!
ReplyDeleteNothing says Happy Mother's day like a bunch of poop and puke! Sounds like you had lot of good moments, amidst all the poop and puke!
At 9:15Pm my husband kissed me good-night and said Happy Mother's Day, "Do you think they could have had ANY more tantrums than they did today?"
ReplyDeleteThat was my day in a nutshell, but that is what being a mother is. I "Mothered" all day long!