Summer Mornings

A few weeks ago I had the privilege of a three day weekend. That meant a lot of things but one of the most important was that I got to hangout with my sweet Janie while her big sister and brother got on the school bus. The weather was perfect, as this entire August has been. 20140827-163941.jpg

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Have you ever had a moment with your child, when they do something that inflicts SO MUCH FUCKING PAIN to you that you your vision goes white and have to grasp a wad of whatever is closest to you in order to prevent your hands from flailing involuntarily in their direction?

…yeah, that happened.

I mean sure, with an{almost} four year old, and a one year old, it has definitely happened more than once. When my oldest was about 2, she was sitting in my lap and moved her head backwards into my nose at such a high level of velocity that I was sure It’d been flattened. All I remember is hearing a loud CRACK, then seeing white. No blood that time though. Since she never inflicted an injury that required a tourniquet, her little brother must have been plotting his “one-up” on her.

The three of us, sitting on my bed as we often do when Jackson wakes up from his nap. Laughing and cuddling and talking about dreams. An empty cup on my nightstand. A baby brother just itching to one-up his sister. He grabbed it. He chucked it. It bounced off Lilly’s head. Then straight into my mouth. A fat. Bloody. Lip.

Touche, little dude. Touche.

Sass

I’m being warmly welcomed into the stage of parenting in which children learn how to express a little too clearly their dissatisfaction for rules:

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Is she serious up there???

Dear Other Parents,

9:28am usually for me, includes turning off cartoons, fighting with a hair brush, and bed head, brushing my teeth, and her teeth. Finding the most work appropriate, unwrinkled, and clean outfits for the both of us. Depending on where she’s going while I’m at work, we may be doing all of this while running out the door, too.

I’m not going to work today, and my god has she already proven herself to be my favorite child in the world. It reminds me of when I was young and I would barter with my mom for things I wanted to do. “I’ll clean my room if I can spend the night at Katie’s”, I would say. Best child of the year award, for sure.

Did I forget to tell you what she’s done this morning to deserve such praises? Oh, my apologies: she hasn’t done ANYTHING.

Because she’s still asleep. Praise the Lord