Love In Life

 My Kids Love To...

empty toy containers that have just been filled.

cry over spilled milk.

spend the better part of each day asking me to look up the Spanish translation for every English word they hear.

“help” me with the dishes... and the laundry... and the dusting... and the vacuuming...

sing and dance loudly - especially during naptime.

make something out of nothing (both artistically and figuratively).

smile and laugh and tell jokes – especially during church.

call their dad by his first name even though it drives him bananas.

call Grandma and Grandpa 10 to 15 times every weekend (and occasionally during the week) because Grandma and Grandpa won't admit that it probably drives them bananas.

fight and play together so often and so similarly that sometimes I mistakenly recite to them my well-rehearsed 'stop fighting and behave yourselves' speech for no reason, causing them all to stare at me as though I might be nuts for few seconds before resuming play.

smear mass quantities of food to the four corners of my freshly scrubbed table despite the fork and spoon they were each given for the express purpose of preventing this.

create a bookshelf avalanche every time they pick out a book, then attempt to remedy the situation by carefully replacing only that one book – incorrectly.

track mud and snow and the occasional creepy crawly critter into my as-well-maintained-as-can-be-expected house on a semi-daily basis.

Just a few examples of why a mom like me requires daily reminders that What I Love Most Is... To See Them Having Fun.

Logan made this rose for me out of Cheerios.

It's amazing how one Cheerio Rose can make up for at least twenty Bookshelf Avalanches.