A day in the life of "Mommy!"

Woke at 5:30am to Noah saying "Mommy, it's time to get up." Now, I consider myself a morning person, but before sunrise - not so much. It wasn't but a couple minutes later that Ethan too was awake. I blamed Michael's alarm clock that had gone off and did a great job of waking up everyone. It's not the alarm clock's fault - this happens sometimes even when the alarm isn't set. It took me a few minutes to calm down and then repent of my anger to my son for waking me before sunrise and then to my husband for being mad about the alarm clock.....so I decided this early morning would at least be a productive one. We all got ready to take Daddy to work by 7 or so.

After dropping Michael off at school, I decided it would be fun to get some fresh bagels at "Bodo's," before heading to the grocery store. As we were walking in, with Ethan being carried in the bend of my elbow in his carseat and Noah in tow, we stopped at the line of newspaper dispensers outside. I picked out one for me and Noah wanted to pick one out for Daddy. A woman walked out of the store, saw me and began laughing. She said "You think you have time to read?!" I responded in laughter. She was speaking the truth. I haven't gotten past the first page all day of what I picked out - but I guess I could be reading it now...

Happily we got through grocery shopping - Noah with Bagel in the cart, Ethan in the Bjorn being entertained by his big brother facing him. Noah even helped me unload everything at the register. We had a few minutes to unload the car of all the refrigerated items before dashing off to Bible study at church. The boys were happy with their caregivers there while I got some great fellowship and teaching. I am so grateful for that time!

I'll skip ahead to this afternoon at the park where he introduced his stuffed puppy, recently named, "Aney," (Yes, it's a boy) to a new friend there. Then, Noah found somebody's forgotten toy remote thing, resembling what Noah believed was a cell phone. We walked along the Downtown Mall, using it to "call" Daddy and "the man who runs the merry-go-round." He had no problem coming up to complete strangers, holding it out, and saying, "I have my OWN cell phone!" Then he was so proud of how he could fit in his OWN pocket.

Ethan successfully took all of his naps in his carseat today. Poor second child. He was happy at most other times throughout the day, especially when giving carrots a go tonight at dinner - he chooses to eat them from the spoon primarily using his tongue, more lollipop style, and get them all over his hands and face too.

Lastly, as of yesterday, Noah has finally asked that we speak Spanish to him! Until then, he had not wanted us to and would get upset if we did - something about the way he divides his two languages in his mind perhaps. Then yesterday, Michael was speaking with him over dinner and now he wants more of it - reading it to him, refreshing his vocabulary, and even tonight he asked that both of his lullabies be in Spanish.

My precious boys. They teach me so much everyday. Mostly, lessons in patience, my own selfishness, and my desire to control everything. I'm sure glad I really can't control everything and that Someone else is in control of ALL things. Thanks for reading the ramblings of this harried mother...