morning happenings and this crush I have...
the room is lit, but only because the summer sun can't wait to start the day, even though its barely 5am. A little grunt is followed by a whimper that turns into the most classic baby cry and I know the day is starting. I'm still in that haze of not quite awake and not quite asleep. if I only had a little fairy dust I could be making my way to neverland. little bits from my dreams linger, as I scoop up my sleep-hot baby and grab her bottle. its officially one too many times to make my way from my bed to her crib, so in my bed we go. she snuggles in as if to tell me this is the very thing she's been asking to do all night long. I drift into a semi-sleep mode, but snuggling such a precious person keeps me from actually falling asleep. it feels like seconds later, but closer to an hour, I get my morning kiss from my army man, off to PT. the room continues to lighten as my baby finishes her bottle and returns to sleep. my eyes close and open to the sound of feet jogging down the hallway into my room, and end with the thump of hitting my side of the bed with a "MOMMEE." the energy that they start the day with is unreal. still too little to make it up and into our bed without some help, I put the now sleeping buddle back into her bed, and scoop up my little guy. he hugs me like we haven't seen each other in weeks. the jogging repeats, and now my oldest guy flings himself into bed, jerks his head upright with the exclamation: "I've got to PEE!" quiet isn't on his volume control, even at 6:30 in the morning. He runs to the bathroom and slams the door shut. and climbs right back in bed. he has only been awake for a few minutes and still has so much to discuses. my attempt to convince them that I don't really wake up till after 7am is ignored. amazingly little LE snores on. unsurprisingly, my first little girl's blonde head bobs into site. she has recently mastered how to climb up onto the bed, so with that grin of accomplishment, wiggles up and leans in for her morning hug. Drew squeals for his Momo, thrilled she has joined the party, Wes chatters on and now with the power of three little people rambunctious in bed, LE requests to join. I look at my phone. 6:45am. Moaning, I ask for ten more minutes as Molly announces: Mom, I pooped!
so everyone clears the bed, running into their room to find clothes. I hush LE, and the day really begins. Diapers get changed. Clothes are picked out, always with opinions and most final selections done by the kids. beds are made. toys and books gathered into their baskets. teeth brushed. and down the stairs they go.
at this point, LE is ready to join the fun, so I throw on my own clothes, grab her and we join the three who have rediscovered all there favorite toys in the playroom.
"Is it dinner time yet?" Wes' request. we keep telling him the first meal is called Breakfast, but he insists all meals at the table are dinner. I have learned to not argue with a four year old before I've had my coffee. "Cheerios for everyone!" is my attempt to match their energy, my voice croaks it, and my need for coffee is again recognized. Drew requests "Help Mama." even though he has the whole "scoop food insert in mouth" concept down. I buzz from spilled cereal with the "Oops, sorry mom." to bottle making, juice cup filling and keep hoping for a quick Kerig-made cup of coffee. First Dinner, as my little hobbit would probably prefer to call it, ends one at a time as they finish their bowls and with their own version of the phrase "may I be excused" ask to leave the table. at or around this time my Nik usually walk in the house all sweaty from PT. That never gets in the way of hugs, though they complain about it, they can't wait to say goodmorning to their (second) favorite person. Without missing a beat, I look down and there is a cup of coffee ready for me. How he manages to walk in, hug everyone and start being a father and husband the instant he steps into our home continues to amaze me. but he does. every. single. day. just when I feel like I'm going to collapse, he is there. coffee or hug (or sometimes both) ready to give me that boost I need.
the day has many challenges, and starts without warning, but it is all going to be okay, and can be fun, and exciting because I'm doing it with my best friend.
dishes are done. trash is taken out. kids are tickled and corrected. I'm supported, prayed with and loved. working hard and loving his lifestyle as an Infantrymen but able to flip the switch to dad mode so quickly and without drama is his super power.
that and quoting movies.
i can say all the best things about him, but the true testimony is the love he receives from our children. they adore him. he is their hero. he knows how to answer all the star wars questions. and the perfect way to paint Molly's toenails. the day is the best when daddy can stay home or becomes brighter when he comes home from work. he lives to love and care for us.
and just like that this blog went from a glimpse into my morning to a gushing about my husband.
#ohitislove #whatadad #niksifersthemanthemyththelegend #happyearlyfathersday
so everyone clears the bed, running into their room to find clothes. I hush LE, and the day really begins. Diapers get changed. Clothes are picked out, always with opinions and most final selections done by the kids. beds are made. toys and books gathered into their baskets. teeth brushed. and down the stairs they go.
at this point, LE is ready to join the fun, so I throw on my own clothes, grab her and we join the three who have rediscovered all there favorite toys in the playroom.
"Is it dinner time yet?" Wes' request. we keep telling him the first meal is called Breakfast, but he insists all meals at the table are dinner. I have learned to not argue with a four year old before I've had my coffee. "Cheerios for everyone!" is my attempt to match their energy, my voice croaks it, and my need for coffee is again recognized. Drew requests "Help Mama." even though he has the whole "scoop food insert in mouth" concept down. I buzz from spilled cereal with the "Oops, sorry mom." to bottle making, juice cup filling and keep hoping for a quick Kerig-made cup of coffee. First Dinner, as my little hobbit would probably prefer to call it, ends one at a time as they finish their bowls and with their own version of the phrase "may I be excused" ask to leave the table. at or around this time my Nik usually walk in the house all sweaty from PT. That never gets in the way of hugs, though they complain about it, they can't wait to say goodmorning to their (second) favorite person. Without missing a beat, I look down and there is a cup of coffee ready for me. How he manages to walk in, hug everyone and start being a father and husband the instant he steps into our home continues to amaze me. but he does. every. single. day. just when I feel like I'm going to collapse, he is there. coffee or hug (or sometimes both) ready to give me that boost I need.
the day has many challenges, and starts without warning, but it is all going to be okay, and can be fun, and exciting because I'm doing it with my best friend.
dishes are done. trash is taken out. kids are tickled and corrected. I'm supported, prayed with and loved. working hard and loving his lifestyle as an Infantrymen but able to flip the switch to dad mode so quickly and without drama is his super power.
that and quoting movies.
i can say all the best things about him, but the true testimony is the love he receives from our children. they adore him. he is their hero. he knows how to answer all the star wars questions. and the perfect way to paint Molly's toenails. the day is the best when daddy can stay home or becomes brighter when he comes home from work. he lives to love and care for us.
and just like that this blog went from a glimpse into my morning to a gushing about my husband.
#ohitislove #whatadad #niksifersthemanthemyththelegend #happyearlyfathersday
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