Mother's Day, "I'm the best mommy in the world!"

I am the best mommy in the world! Theres a lot I can't do. In fact sometimes I think for a brief moment, "God, what were you thinking allowing me to have this family." I am no super mom. I don't have crafty powers to pull some crazy great activity together to keep a 2 year old engaged while keeping a teatering one-year old from falling or eating everything he shouldn't. I have no skills in the form of cooking hidden vitamines into my boys food, or making fruit and veggies disappear off their plates. I allow television to be watched in my home in both the evenings and the mornings (horrible mommy ALERT:and frankly there are days it stays on children's shows ALL day! We don't plop on the couch and watch it all day but the music and sounds in the background help keep me pumped and engaged.) Sometimes I remember music can do the same thing but I find myself using the tv instead because it is simpler to press one button than to go to the hassle of getting a computer to play the music I want to hear. (yes I know...so lazy.) I am lax in my home rules and think that's okay. I really have very few. I allow balls in the home. I allow batting (plastic bat and ball) in ky living room! I even play games of catch with balls of ALL kinds. I don't get upset when my boys use outside voices inside (though I do remind them). I don't have mind powers to tell you what my boys want every second of every day, but I try to.
I try my very best. And that is the point right. Moms try and through EVERY single one of us have moments where we think WHAT am I doing?! I think EVERY single one of us who tries has kids who look up and think "Man, I have the best Mom in the world!"

My preschooler does some funny things that crack me up and remind me I have the BEST job EVER! He was throwing a foam football around the living room and it must have bumped his head because he comes running over to me and says "I need a hamet, mommy! Pay footbol, I-sa need hamet" I just told him we would have to find him one. The funny thing is earlier that morning we had been watching sports center and they were talking about concussions and how football would become less appealing in 20 years if concussions weren't gotten under control....or something like that. I can't really imagine an America without football... But anyways, I am not sure if he picked up on their insistence for helmets... Or on Kia-Lan's use of a helmet later on when she road skates... But he figured out football and helmet went together and knew he wanted one!
We were gonna have a "boothday Potty" for my baby boy and the so my preschooler helped decorate and stuff. He got some "binucklers" as a favor from the party and has had a blast looking at everything with them. He always wants someone to "find it" as he looks at stuff through them.
For mothers day he made me a card and he was so stinking happy about it. "I paint-ed it. It dis SO COOL!" He seems to always have to emphasis the "so cool". "dat truck is SO COOL" or really SO anything. "Dat baby is SO nice....dat house is SO big..." Lol.
At a restaurant with his grandpa yesterday he got to where he was cracking up. Listening in we heard grandpa saying, "No it isn't." and Curtis saying "yes it is." Over and over back and forth just laughing and having a great time! I dony know if out was our wasn't, but I don't think that was the point!
I ask my little man, "do you love mommy?" Tonight he answered, "yeah, I love my mommy." Normally I get the "yeah"... He rolled over and gave me a sweet kiss...yeah I think I am loved. I know for a fact that I cannot imagine life without this boy!

My baby doesn't say much to tell me he loves me but he shows me all the time. When his eyes light up when I enter the room, our when he can't seem to get to me quick enough after I have ben gone, or when he stares at me as I rock him at night with eyes that seem to burrow into my heart and a head that almost seems to be fused to my shoulder and chest as he gets so comfy and close to me. I just know he thinks I am the best mom in the world and none of the stuff I can't do really matters anymore.
I can just be their mommy. Thats all they want from me.
So yes I am the best mommy in the world for my two boys think I am the world!

For "THOSE" Days

There are days where everything goes right. Where life just seems like a dance with all its grace and beauty...then there is today!

You know those days you have the feeling you will laugh about sometime down the road but in the moment you just want to pull your hair out and say "What have I gotten myself into!?" Well, I have those wonderful days too.

You wake up with a headache and your kid just wants to be a "rock-star" and "drom". "I dromin mommy. Count with me. One, two, tree, fo...(as he counts out the beat swinging his makeshift drumstick and begins pounding it out on the coffee table)" Somehow we are the one hit in the head with the plastic bat AND manage to get whacked with the ball within five minutes of eachother. The headache is only lingering as he begins pounding with his toy hammer "fixing" the furniture in the house that is invisibly in need of repair. "Tap-tap-tap"  he says along with the thumping hammer as if it needs him to make the noise as well to function properly.

Then as you attempt to nap with a tossing baby, the toddler is on daddy's watch. He somehow gets coated in invisible clothing and he manages to spread his "number two" across your area rug as a form of repugnant finger-paint. (oh the creativity and learning that he is mastering through this act is not lost on you I am sure...) So your headache returns despite your nap as you are crouched down scrubbing the stentch out of the thousands of fibers on your floor so the baby can crawl around again without you cringing in disgust at the thought.

Yes, one of those days.

But as you sit in the evening, having shared a bowl of brownies and icecream with your crazy boy, your baby humming to himself as he tears at a book randomly throwing in a scream and shreek here and there for emphasis... And your toddler is climbing the dresser drawers with his fake screwdriver and generally making the room a mess, you realize one day this will be a memory and a very distant one at that. One day these boys will be taller than you and too "big" for cuddles and kisses. One day they will be self-sufficent, as far as the world is concerned, and out on their own. One day they will be grown and that day will be all too soon.

And as your toddler squeals "I did id!" In pure delight as he hops onto your lap with his screwdriver hoisted high in victory and a look that says "I know you care so much", and your baby clings to your leg digging his nails into your pant leg as he cries and climbs onto your knee, You say to your self, "this too will pass...this soon will be gone..." And then you reach up and dab at that pesky tear that seemed to escape from your worn out eye, your head doesn't seem to hurt as much, and your day doesn't seem so bad.

Yeah. It is one of those days.