It was just Noah and myself today, and I had an itch to play with the irresistible blonde creature. Feeling more than a bit sluggish after a series of popcorn nights, I put on a pot of coffee. As my French roast brewed, we engaged ourselves in our favorite game, mom-hides-behind-kitchen-island-and-yells "Boo!" as-toddler-approaches, while toddler politely screams and shrieks even though he sees the whole thing coming - about thirty times. Thirty times about did me in, so naturally we moved on to another favorite. Mom-lies-on-floor-while-two-year-old-crawls-and-jumps-all-over-her game. Somehow, in the mist of the pile driving, I must've fallen asleep. I woke up all tingly, like bloodflow to my lower body had completely ceased. Noah was sitting on me, eating Cheez-Its out of a box that looked like it had been shaken apart by a bulldog, watching Curious George on PBS kids. (The TV wasn't on when I entered my comatose state.)
Alarmed by my unintentional nap, I made my way to the still-full coffee pot. Crunch, crunch... I looked down. Ahh, Cheerios, and a shredded cereal box that perfectly matched the Cheez-It packaging.
Parenting life gives you many options. You can grumble about the messes and extra work, or you can let your eyes water with the thought that these messy moments are so fleeting.
I chose to smile as we finished the episode of Curious George side by side, sipping coffee and juice, as we ate crackers off the floor. And now, my faithful blog readers, I must bid you ado, as I scurry off to tidy up todays adventures. I leave you with a beautiful quote from my friend Drea.