Mother's Day

Yesterday was Mother's Day...my fourth Mother's Day actually. My first Mother's Day occurred when my little peanut Isaac was about a month and a half.

My first Mother's Day with two little ones was an even deeper emotion.

It was wonderful then and it still has an amazing feeling about it.

This Mother's Day began at 7:40 a.m. when awoke to Isaac yelling, "Mommy...Mommy!" Each mention of my name increasing in volume. I mumbled what I hoped was, "Just a minute" and struggled to pry my eyes open. Just a moment later, I heard the doorknob jiggle as loudly as is possible for a doorknob to jiggle...then a pat-pat-pat before seeing a little blonde head peer around our door.

"Mommy?" he attempted to whisper, but just ended up sounding like someone attempting to whisper. You know the type.

Isaac tiptoed into our room, creeping slowly around the bed as if I hadn't already seen him. He walked over and gave me that adorable lopsided grin. "Hi Mommy."

"Good morning Isaac. How was your night?"

"It was amazing." He gave me his standard reply. Although sometimes he does shake it up and say, "It was beautiful."

All this wouldn't be that remarkable of a way to begin a day except for the fact that he is still in his crib. With bars. He has figured out how to scale the side of his crib and climb out. He has broken out of The Rock. Well, the baby Rock I suppose.

I took him back to his room and asked him to show me how he broke out and he was only too happy to comply. He jumped up and down on his mattress before throwing his right leg over the side and carefully easing his bum over the rail. Then slowly hiked his left leg over and shimmied down.

Then, naturally, I mentioned that it seemed to be time to remove the bars and make his crib into a big boy bed. His very natural reply...

"Noooooo Mommy.  No! I yike my crib. No big boy bed."

Sigh. Maybe that's a task for the summer.

So it's now 7:46 a.m. on Mother's Day and we've had a breakout (literally) and almost tears over a bed.

We head back to our room and Eric reminds Issac that there is a present for Mommy. Eric removed a box from the closet and I open a box Isaac made in preschool. A poem reminding me that little hands will not stay little for long and a plaster print of my little man's handprint.

Such a sweet present. Isaac was so incredibly excited to give me his present. He was almost bouncing not the bed.

"See Mommy?" He placed his hand on the handprint. "My hand."

I kissed him and told him, "Isaac I love it. Thank you for my present."

He looked up at me, "No pwoblem."

B. woke up soon after and we ate breakfast and got dressed for church. On the way to church, Eric told Issac and Brooke to tell Mommy "Happy Mother's Day." Isaac did and B. followed. Then came sibling rivalry.

Isaac was mad at Brooke for telling me "Happy Mother's Day" because I am, in fact, Isaac's mommy.

Then came Brooke's retort of, "Ize stop it."

Then a very original comeback of,  "No you stop it!"

Brooke has been holding her own lately I must say.

After church, we had lunch at our house. A very relaxing gathering with moms, aunts, and grandma on a rainy Sunday. The weather wasn't bad at all; a calming spring rain is never something I'll turn my nose up to. The sound is almost unmatched; the only thing that comes close it the sound of ocean waves rolling on the shore. It reminds me of the audio tapes my sister and I bought at the Dollar Tree back in the nineties. They had a whole series of ocean waves, rain showers, rainforest birds, and waterfalls.  We popped those in the tape player (ha!) and would listen as we went to sleep. The  cheap-o version of the white noise/sound machine. Anyhow, retracing my steps from this rabbit hole.

Today, Monday, was interesting and a bit wild. Isaac and Brooke were on a roll today; bickering and at each other all evening. He hit her, she hit back. She pulled his hair, he tried to bite. It was a mess. He was standing just under the television watching Curious George and she walked over and pushed him out of the way so she could stand in the exact same spot. He later retaliated when she was standing by the window, dancing, and he shoved her because he wanted to stand in the same spot under the window. This last action caused round two of the arguing, she hit him back of course. This must have been the final straw because Isaac went over and picked up a toy remote and "called" the police.

"Hello, police? Yes. Brooke is being silly and crazy to me." I guess he wanted someone else to agree with him!

How in the world does he come up with this stuff?