So, I'm stting here in bed doing something I've never gotten to do before. I'm blogging. I've got the lap top on my lap...and the wireless card doing its thing...and I'm quietly reflecting on the day. It was a beatiful one. Highs in the 60s, sunny, gorgeous. The boys have been enjoying the start of spring...and I have been enjoying them.
I sometimes forget to pause and take it all in. Life is busy...and there's always something to do, a toy to pick up, a table to wipe off, a errand to run...but what I'm working to concentrate on the now. I'm trying to be fully present when I'm with the boys..not worrying about the dust on the book shelves or the pile of laundry. Its an exercise in priorities for me.
This weekend, after Mitchell's party, we helped Connor build a leprechaun trap for school. He had some great ideas...we just helped him put them into reality. He painted a shoebox green, incorporated and fake floor that the leprechaun could fall through, added a few shamrocks and some gold. Connor also had, as he called it, a brilliant idea. He added a little lip around the hole in the floor...so the little guy would trip right into the trap. He was so very proud...and today I was too as I dropped him off at school with his project. We had a lot of fun doing it. Jackson even got into the act and painted his own box. Tonight, the boys left their boxes on the floor...just to see if they might catch something.
The last few days I've made waffles for the boys for breakfast. (Just the frozen kind that you stick in the toaster oven, but they still seem to like them). Connor likes his with syrup...or as he calls is syr-ee-up. I always smile when he says it. That ranks right up their with his take on a step stool...which he calls a stool step. I think he coined that one when he was 2 1/2.
Sawyer is too cute for words. He's been zipping around the house lately with a little skip in his step. Every morning he grabs his jacket and walks out to the bus with us...though he usually bee lines for the sand box before we make it the whole way out the lane. Yesterday when I wasn't looking, he took the leftovers of Mitchell's cake...and in the process of licking it...smeared the icing all over the kitchen table...what a mess. So Sawyer.
For just about the first time in 6 years, I am neither pregnant or nursing. Wow. It seems strange. Though it is kind of nice to be able to sleep on my stomach...and sleep through the night. I am a little sad to think that I won't hear that newborn cry ever again...or hear the delightful sound of a baby's heartbeat during a doctor's visit...or have the overwhelming joy of feeling child move with in you. It has been at times the most difficult, most trying 6 years of my life...and at the same time, the most rewarding. I've been so blessed with these little boys...I am overwhelmed with God's graciousness. I look forward to what the years will bring.
I've got a big job ahead of me....and I don't want to miss a moment.
