As most of you know, I have 3 children. Three miraculous children. Amazing, really.
One is 9. Her name is Adelyne. She’s awesome.
The next is Maxwell. He’s 3. He’s awesome.
The last is Josephine. She literally just turned 2. She’s awesome.
And my home is messy. And naked (meaning most of us most days—no, we are not a nudist colony on purpose). And, more often than not, my children watch too much television and eat way too much toast (that’s a step up from plain bread in my home, folks. Step up. Booyah!)…
And yet it is so stinking lively and fun.
My husband is currently in an Asian country far and away to receive surgery for his knee (it’s a closer and better price than sending him to the US)…and I am yet again alone.
But with toddlers are you ever REALLY alone?
This morning, as my son woke up screaming because he NEEDS his momma—waking toddler youngest…I dragged them both into bed with me, where none of us then went back to sleep.
And soon I hear toddler youngest screaming, as I am finally drifting slowly into a peaceful semi-awake slumber—No! Those are my TOES!
Yes, toes, my friends. Her brother looked at her toes…
Later, after I finally dragged us all out of bed. My youngest pulled out his bubble gun that makes fluffing noises (as in passing gas).
He asked, “What’s that noise, Momma?”
“That’s farter-warter noises,” I responded (our way of saying fluffer-wuffers ;))
“Oh—Farter-warters like MOMMA!” He then proceeded to shout with glee.
There is a time for every season under the sun—and, I have to admit, while this time in my life is tiring and busy and messy and everything else related to having Littles…
I would never want to miss this season under the sun.
Oh how I love my truthful, NO shouting, honest speaking toddlers.
They make my heart complete!