Monday, January 26, 2009
This morning I was taking Grace to preschool and I stopped to pick up her little friend Ethan. They were totally cracking me up. "Hey, Ethan, we are girls and we are in love. We are girls in love!" Phrase repeated by Noraa and then they hold hands and sing "I Know You" (Maybe there's a bit too much Disney in our house!) "Ethan have you ever seen Prince Caspian? I saw part of Prince Caspian, but I can't tell you about it because it's really really really really really really scary!" Ethan, "I can listen to scary stories because I'm a boy and boys are really big and strong and powerful, and we are so powerful because God is a boy."
In the mornings our California King sized bed seems so much smaller. Grace, Noraa and often times Sam all come in to our bed to "cuddle". The other morning Grace woke up before Noraa and I was nursing Sammy in bed. Grace loves to be close to her brother, REALLY close. She was getting frustrated and said to me "Sometimes it's hard to cuddle a baby when a Momma is nursing him."
This morning Gracy made me laugh out loud. One night when her daddy was gone I told my girls that we were going to have a pajama party. We watched a princess movie, ate popcorn, had hot chocolate and ate a few m & m's. It was Grace's dream come true. Ever since then she wants to have a pajama party every night! Last night we finally gave in again since our last one had been over Christmas break. I put on Disney's Robin Hood and made the popcorn. We had to turn the movie off before it was done, and this morning I'm sure you can imagine what was the first thing on Grace's mind: finishing Robin Hood. After cuddling for a while, she came bounding back into our room and asked ever so sweetly, "Can I please watch the rest of Little Red Robin Hood.?"
I love those moments. The moments where Mommy and Daddy look at each other with that knowing glance of "our children are so precious". Or moments of discipline when it's all you can do to not laugh out loud and your spouse makes it harder to be tough. Or those times that you see your spouse reflected so clearly in your child. Those are the moments I live for. That instant when you feel so much love you think your heart will burst. It's in these sweet moments that I am reminded of why I do endless loads of miniature clothes laundry, wear shirts that by the end of the day are crusted with drool and who knows what else, prepare meals only for the food to be scarfed down and the sink piled high with dishes once again.
In the words of Sara Evans "These are the moments I thank God that I'm Alive, These are the moments I'll remember all my life, I've found all I've waited for, and I could not ask for more..."
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Aaron and I just finished watching the fourth season on DVD today. Though we didn't watch it as quickly as we did season three, I would still consider it "record time" for a Grad school student and full time mom!
There are SO many crazy over the top fight scenes and some pretty insane story lines, however in spite of this I keep coming back. Aaron wondered why I liked the show so much, and then he started watching it with me. It's almost like I'm living vicariously through Sydney Bristow. She is so cool. It's not just the fact that she's cool, it's so much more than that. She wants to do what is right. She's strong and talented. She's very confident and knows exactly what she's doing in life. Can you imagine if Sydney Bristow came to Christ? Wow! Talk about a dynamic person...
That's it for my silly thoughts on Sydney, I'm sure I'll have more to say once I finish season five next week...Ha! Just kidding, it will probably take me more like ten days!
Yesterday I wished I was Sydney Bristow. I had just finished working out in the pool and was going to sit in the hot tub for a few minutes before heading out to get the kids. Some creepy guy was making eyes at me and struck up a conversation. He began by asking me if I spoke Russian, then proceeded to ask about my wedding ring:
"What is that?" Him, with a thick Russian accent
"It's my ring..."
"Left hand, do you have husband?"
"Oh, only one?"
"Yes, only one!"
"Do you have children?"
"Three. Um, Bye"
At that moment I wished I was Agent Bristow, because I would have replied in Russian:
"Oh, and by the way, I do speak Russian you filthy pig!"