Looking back on the days when Joel was born, I remember saying to my cousin that I had no idea how she had the time, with two children to play Farmville. I too had been addicted to the game, but when my newborn son arrived... that game disappeared and thus began the life of late night feedings and screaming baby(s). Now as Joel is nearing that 4yr old mark... and Kaeden is a very chatty 3 1/2yr old... and the baby is a huge ball of adorableness... I realize--those days, they were filled with all the time in the world.
Kids change, and they do it in the blink of an eye. A year ago I complained and wished my life away. It was hard... no--beyond tolerable to deal with two young boys that were so loved that they were capable (still are capable) of driving this momma batty... Now, I look at these goobs and think "I remember when they were so much fun, now they're a chore, constantly." ...pretty sure I felt that way last year too. See, now though... they're silly. And, they know they're silly to boot. We run around saying "poopoo butt" and laugh ourselves into another level of goofiness. We hear a fart or burp and its instantaneous giggling. They, right before my very eyes, are turning into... dare I say it... boys. Real boys. Not babies... but boys. Icky, nasty, dirty, wild boys.
And I swear, I had no idea that the reason Joel was holding his dad's phone snapping pictures behind me as I wrote that was because he thought taking pictures of my very large behind was comical. I swear, that's totally just a coincidental motion to the post that I'm publishing.
AHHHH How did this happen?! Where did I place my receipt and how long is that exchange policy good for?
Ironically... as gross as they are (and trust me--as I've witnessed some very disgusting things between these two) they're so amazing and wonderful and heartwarming.
A woman stopped me in a store recently and said 'aren't boys amazing?' ...after I picked my mind up off the floor where it shot out to, I heard her say "my son was always a snuggler, a lover. My daughter... not so much". It's true. They're just as loving and "snuggly" as they are nasty and disgusting. Only Joel can remind me how much I'm loved as I walk in the door and he screams on the top of his lungs "MOMMYS HOME!!!" And, only Kaeden can melt my heart the way he does when he climbs into my lap and says "Mommy, sing me my sowung (song) peese". ...still, three years later, we sing the song I sang to him in hopes and prayers that we would be able to adopt him and love him... forever.
As I began this, I will end this...
I never knew what it was really like not to have time. Because in this moment... today, I have no time. Dinner is calling, and as the reigning female of the house--it's my job to serve.
Ugh.
