I have been thinking about starting a blog for a while now. I am terrible at writing in my journal and as my kids grow I need to be better about writing down the delightfully entertaining and wonderful things they say and do. Last night decided it for me...
Brooklynn has a sippy cup addiction. It's a problem! Since Emma was born she has been having even more trouble sleeping through the night than she did before. When she wakes up she wants more "mokey" as she calls it. Last night she woke up at about 3:30 and started crying. Mark being the really nice Dad that he is went in to get her more milk in her sippy cup. He was obviously exhausted because he forgot to put the lid back on the cup. He handed it to Brooklynn who was lying in her bed. She went to take a drink and got a face full of ice cold milk. It was a rude awakening for the entire household. We got things cleaned up (always a fun time in the middle of the night) and got everyone back in bed.
I had a hard time falling back to sleep, still laughing to myself, when I heard little footsteps coming into our room. Brooklynn came walking in and announced, "I waked up!". I guess getting cold milk dumped in your face will do that to you. I had her come and lay next to me hoping that if I scratched her back for a minute she would get tire out again. My plan backfired because our cats, Gus and Roxy, were sleeping at the foot of the bed. Brooklynn keep telling them over and over, "I love you Roxy, you're so cute" and "Hi Gus buddy, I love you" (it sounds more like "I dove you Rotsy, you're so tute" and "Hi Dus buddy, I dove you"). She was so wound up sleep was not coming soon. She couldn't hold still at all, constantly twitching with the restless energy that cannot be contained in a little two year-old body. I finally took her back to her own room hoping being back in her bed would help. It didn't...about 45 minutes later I heard those same little footsteps walking down the hall. When I went to go see what she was doing, I found her sitting at the top of the stairs. She looked up and smiled at me and said, "Sorry Mom. I waked up." It is impossible to be upset when those innocent little eyes are staring up at you! I finally got Brooklynn to sleep right about the time that Emma woke up to eat. :)
Needless to say, I am exhausted today. But I wouldn't trade those little moments with my girls, even the ones in the middle of the night, for anything in the world. I'm grateful for a mom who reminds me constantly to cherish my little ones. So am I learning to love the sticky fingerprints that dot every surface, the piles of laundry that seem to reproduce overnight, the toys that I trip over day and night and all the other things that come with parenthood. Because along with all those wonderfully awful things come the big hugs and sloppy kisses, the 'I dove you's', and the little giggles and songs that fill my home.
Silence is golden, but laughter is priceless!
Brooklynn has a sippy cup addiction. It's a problem! Since Emma was born she has been having even more trouble sleeping through the night than she did before. When she wakes up she wants more "mokey" as she calls it. Last night she woke up at about 3:30 and started crying. Mark being the really nice Dad that he is went in to get her more milk in her sippy cup. He was obviously exhausted because he forgot to put the lid back on the cup. He handed it to Brooklynn who was lying in her bed. She went to take a drink and got a face full of ice cold milk. It was a rude awakening for the entire household. We got things cleaned up (always a fun time in the middle of the night) and got everyone back in bed.
I had a hard time falling back to sleep, still laughing to myself, when I heard little footsteps coming into our room. Brooklynn came walking in and announced, "I waked up!". I guess getting cold milk dumped in your face will do that to you. I had her come and lay next to me hoping that if I scratched her back for a minute she would get tire out again. My plan backfired because our cats, Gus and Roxy, were sleeping at the foot of the bed. Brooklynn keep telling them over and over, "I love you Roxy, you're so cute" and "Hi Gus buddy, I love you" (it sounds more like "I dove you Rotsy, you're so tute" and "Hi Dus buddy, I dove you"). She was so wound up sleep was not coming soon. She couldn't hold still at all, constantly twitching with the restless energy that cannot be contained in a little two year-old body. I finally took her back to her own room hoping being back in her bed would help. It didn't...about 45 minutes later I heard those same little footsteps walking down the hall. When I went to go see what she was doing, I found her sitting at the top of the stairs. She looked up and smiled at me and said, "Sorry Mom. I waked up." It is impossible to be upset when those innocent little eyes are staring up at you! I finally got Brooklynn to sleep right about the time that Emma woke up to eat. :)
Needless to say, I am exhausted today. But I wouldn't trade those little moments with my girls, even the ones in the middle of the night, for anything in the world. I'm grateful for a mom who reminds me constantly to cherish my little ones. So am I learning to love the sticky fingerprints that dot every surface, the piles of laundry that seem to reproduce overnight, the toys that I trip over day and night and all the other things that come with parenthood. Because along with all those wonderfully awful things come the big hugs and sloppy kisses, the 'I dove you's', and the little giggles and songs that fill my home.
Silence is golden, but laughter is priceless!
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