Getting woken up by Judd at 7:30am, reporting to me that Luke is up and at 'em, which means I need to peel myself off of the bed because Judd is going to work and I can't leave Mr. L to tend to himself. Luke awoke at 5:00ish and we just pulled him out of his crib into our bed for sanity's sake.
It means slicing an apple at 7:34am through groggy eyes, because Luke has gotten a green, sweet apple out of the fridge and is conducting research on it to see if it bounces. Can't waste a good apple!
It means finally getting a shower after two, maybe three days. BUT, the mommy factor is:
Shower curtain must be open half way, bathroom door must be open, (permitting that ice, cold breeze to wrap itself around me while I'm wet and naked.)
The good thing is that I didn't have to worry about Savannah and Luke running wild in the apartment, they wanted to be in the bathroom with me! Yay! Which gives me an audience to belt out the Alphabet song, the If You're Happy and You Know It song, and the This is the Way I Dry myself song. The free entertainment was appreciated as shown by undivided attention and smiles. The tub is my stage. :) Ha! ...how life has changed since I've had kiddos...
I have to rewind a little to where I'm all alone in the bathroom before the kids come in...
Savannah comes running in, "Mommy, mommy, I need to go potty, HELP!" (jumping up and down)
I'm lathered in soap, I look at her and notice she's got her one piece swimsuit on under her pajamas. (Aftermath from last night's living room beach party)
She's really, really needing to get on the potty. No waiting for me to rinse off. I reach out and pull off her top and as fast as we can, we pull the swimsuit and pj bottoms off, sit her on the potty...ahh, sweet relief. Of course, the wipes are not in the bathroom and I'm only halfway done showering.
She's such a clever cookie... I ask her, "Savannah, do you want to get in with me and we can wash you off, or do you want to wait until I'm finished, dry off and then I'll go get your wipes and wipe your butt?" (I read somewhere that it's good to give them choices)
She says, "Mom, I'll wait for the wipes."
Oh, good. Here's where I start singing, Luke is watching all of this unfold.
Being a mom is...
Drying off in between the toilet and the tub, visualize about 12 square inches of space. "LaLuke" has set up some of his cars, the step stool and Savannah's potty ring, (Savannah is sitting on her first baby potty due to the emergency of the situation) as an obstacle course for mommy to tackle as she gets out of the tub. (Remember, I have a big, pregnant belly during this whole process)
All this by 10:00am!
I write this because I'll want to read it when these days are only memories. I love my life.
Being a mommy means...
Just being handed a toddler hand full of chewed up, wet, soggy orange pulp... Thank you, Luke, you are so sweet and CUTE!!!
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