Let’s get the two most obvious (and important) ones out of the way, shall we?
I see myself in them every day.
The good parts, and the not-so-good parts.
I think they are amazingly beautiful, especially when feverish or covered in dirt from the park.
They push my buttons.
They test my patience.
They are growing so fast it makes my heart ache.
With every day that goes by the room on my lap gets smaller and the grocery bill gets larger.
With every day that goes by I forget more and more how they would coo, how they first crawled, what it felt like to rock them to sleep.
But today I got tackled by a toddler run-hug.
And watched as puzzle pieces were methodically put in the correct place.
And listened to mini-nerds in training play with Star Trek Next Generation action figures.
I have a reminder of how amazing life is, every day.
I just wish that reminder came at 8am instead of 6am.
Maman est fatiguée.
42 days into my 45 straight workdays without a day off, and I come home to find this on my pillow. Not only did my amazing friend Bryony take two babysitting shifts at the last minute, she also brought gear with her so my little ladies could make me a beautiful present.
I’m such a girl.
I love a little bling.
Day 280 – Holding hands with someone you care about.
Day 281 – Ottawa Slam Poetry Team (CFSW 2009 winners)
Day 282 –
Playing at the park
Day 283 – Inviting my Daddy over for Thanksgiving dinner and having him offer to cook his special “steak in spicy tomato sauce with garlic pasta”. Boy am I thankful for that!
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, parenting is Hard Work. Spending an entire day with my kids without any help from other adults is extremely difficult. Maybe others find it a breeze and think I’m a crap mom for even saying this, but I don’t care. It’s my reality. By 6pm, I’m exhausted, frustrated, hungry and hearing songs from my kid’s TV shows reminding me to calm down, which just winds me up more.
At bedtime, instead of rushing through things, I decided to take a bit more time with AJ. After two stories, I cuddled with her and apologised for being impatient with her earlier. Then I decided to ask her “What was your favorite part of today?” She didn’t seem to know what to say.
“Was it playing your drum?”
“Was it eating Daddy’s pancakes?”
“Was it playing with Bea?”
“I was your favorite part of the day?”
And that people is what made all the hard work of the day worthwhile.
Day 153 – This just makes me smile.
Day 154 – This doesn’t look like much, but for a busy mom working more-than full-time hours, gazpacho is the best meal ever!