Hot Mama

This morning John said, "Mom, you look like a mom."

By this I am sure he meant, "Mom, you look like a smokin' hot mom and I can't believe you've had 2 kids and you are rockin' those skinny jeans."

We understand each other.

Messes and Smiles

I am trying very hard these days to balance teaching the kids to clean up after themselves and also letting them play and have fun and letting myself enjoy the moment.  It's a tough line to figure out.  If doing an alphabet puzzle turns into a spontaneous dance party singing the ABCs, do you stop the dancing to clean up the puzzle?  Do you put away the sand toys while still playing in the backyard, or wait until we're going inside and clean up the entire yard at once?  What if they want the sand toys again and you just put them all away -- the toys are for playing with after all.

Here was the scene in Annie's bedroom this morning, after John heard her wake up and had to go make sure she was OK.  He suggested a game of Library, and Annie was all for it.  The result was 2 shelves of books tossed one by one into Annie's crib...and 2 kids squeezed in there reading away.

I peeked in, saw the mess...and the smiles.  The smiles won.