My First Day off!

Well, I left both of my babies with Jonathan and trecked off to k-town on my own. I thought it would be hard for me to leave them, but it really wasn't. I enjoyed EVERY MINUTE of the day. I didn't really do anything. I mean, I shopped, went to the dentist and chiropractor, etc. But all without the expectation of having to be somewhere or do something or being out of time. No pressure. I have never had that before. Either my kids are pressuring me by screaming bloody murder, or my husband is pressuring me by being annoyed I want to look in yet another store, or time is pressuring me as we have to be somewhere pronto. This time the only one putting on the pressure was me, and it was heavenly. What a wonderful mother's day gift. I will be eternally excited about this holiday is every year promises to be as relaxing and enjoyable and this!

The big news? We move in two weeks from today! I can't believe it. I have my house to organize. Thank God that we have packers coming, but it would be horribly embarressing if they had to pack my house as it is now, a collossal disaster! Oy vey. The worst part is that I have NO desire to do anything. I am even starting to think that the embarresment would be worth it for me to not have to do anything. But I guess then it will make more work when things are packed in a disorganized fashion. Hopefully it all works out, and by that I mean hopefully I get my bum moving and clean. Sigh.

Other than that it is life as usual at the Spooners. The laundry is piled high, the kids are in need of a bath, Caleb continues to terrify his little sister, and I continue to shake my head in wonder of this chaos that is my life. Until next time!

A Modern Mother's Day at the Spooner's...

7am- woken up by the screech of a child in need...

GOAL: Let Jonathan sleep in a bit before you get him up.

8am- wake up Jonathan, he forgets to wish you a happy mothers day. Sigh, and the day of "appreciation and honor" begins.

8:30am- get ready for church.

9:00am- decide church is not going to happen unless you skip the shower today and try to cover your imperfections with a few layers of makeup.

9:15am- realize you are going to be late, and that the bags under your eyes are most definitely a permanent fixture.

10:00am- go to church, make your own row at the back where the kids will cause the least amount of disturbance.

10:30am- Caleb begins screaming when I ask for a prayer request, guess he doesn't like hearing mommy's voice on the speakers. Quickly finish speaking and try to calm him down.

10:35am- prayer begins, Caleb continues causing a collossal disturbance, send Timothy out with him to keep him quiet.

10:36am- hear Caleb's screeches carried through the sanctuary. Turn red in embarressment and a minor hint of pride as you realize that he is calling for his mama. Awww.

10:37am- call tim back in and hold Caleb throughout the remainder of the service, realizing that despite the days scattered beginnings, holding your almost 2-year-old in your arms as he whispers love and cuddling affection to you is, in fact, a wonderful way to feel honored and appreciated.

Happy Mother's Day!

Growing, Growing, Gone...

Today, as I contemplate my life over a sweet cup of coffee, I am dumbfounded by the fact that my son is no longer a baby but officially a little boy. We can have conversations, he understands practically everything I say to him, he walks and plays and says "I wub you mama". The tantrums that once consumed my life with dread and trepidation have diminished to mere emotional meltdowns once in a while (believe me though, they still fill me with fear and trepidation). The boy that once used to whack his sister or poke her in the eye to see what would happen has evolved to one who merely tries to sit on her or hug her so she can't move laughing the whole while (all right, not much of a step up, I'll admit, but hey, its something!). He smiles for the camera, eats his food even when he doesn't want to (with a little bit of gentle persuasion of course...) and jumps like a bunny rabbit all over the house. He drives his toy truck, builds puzzles with perfect ease (even managing to turn the shapes around so they fit), and tries to sing songs (with a pretty good hit on the key I must say, my little budding musician!!!!). And as I sit here, gushing over my big boy as only a mother can do, I feel an overwhelming urge to cry over the baby that is no more.

It is the paradox of motherhood, the drive to teach them how to be independant, and the superhuman need to pull them back and cherish and nuture them for the rest of their lives (give me a 22 year old throwing his dirty underwear on the floor for "mommy" to pick up, and I may be singing another tune!). And all of a sudden, I want to gather him up and hold him in my arms and tell him, "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living my baby you'll be" sniff sniff, gushing mother indeed. :) Needless to say, my boy is growing up. And this just happened to be the time and the day for me to pour out my mothers heart for the baby that is no more. All I can say is...

Bring on the screams!