Baby Yawn
Just after eight o'clock this evening as I was tucking my boys in, "snug as a bug in a rug", my son Evan asked me to lay down with him until he fell asleep. "Scoot over." I said, and snuggled in under the covers with him nose to nose. He draped an arm around my neck, as he's so often done and yawned. He opened his eyes and saw me smiling at him, and asked, "Mommy is it rude to yawn in someone's face?"I said, "I suppose, but it's OK when it's Mommy.""Is it because even though I'm big, I still have a baby yawn?" He asked, eyes and voice, already heavy with impending sleep."Yes, that's exactly why." I said, and snuggled in tight, hoping for many more shared baby yawns.
My "baby" is five years old now, yet I can still remember seeing my sweet son yawning when he was just a little thing, cuddled in my arms. He melted my heart then as he still does, and I'm sure, forever will. xo,nicole
I remember...
This Friday my eldest son Michael was off of school, on days he's off, I normally let my youngest who goes to preschool half of the day stay out as well. However, I don't really get any time alone with Mike anymore so I thought it would be fun to have some "Mommy & Me" time. Mothering boys is a challenge, but it's also wonderful, especially when you embrace every fun thing about their little boyish ways. We only had three hours but I was determined to pack every second with fun.We went bowling and played in the arcade, for the first hour and a half. I then planned on taking him for some frozen yogurt (his favorite) so that he could use a coupon he received for getting good grades, unfortunately everything in Miami seems to open pretty late in the day and the yogurt place was closed. We ended up browsing for books at Barnes and Noble, where I snapped this photo.
As he walked down the street with me he wasn't even that disappointed the yogurt place was closed. He grabbed my hand and said, "it's okay Mom, I'm having fun."I thought my heart would burst, right there on Sunset Avenue.Love & Mothering,nicōle
Two Little Boys
All this weekend I was trying (and failing) to write. It seemed any time I tried to sit down and write I was interrupted by a "Mom", or some other equivalent.
Exasperated, on Sunday I began to update my Facebook status with some version of a "rant", instead I got rhyme-y. I thought I'd share because it's sooo silly and dorky.
Two little boys.The faces of angels.So sweet to look upon.So handsome to be hold.Lips curled up in a grin, no hint of the mischievous, which lies within.At times their mother is beside herself, slapping her head.Feeling very much like, Old Mother Hubbard, I should put them up for auction, she's thought on occasion,but instead says, "I'll put you to bed!"But then puppy dog eyes will look up in supplication, "Mom, we're sorry." They say and all is forgotten.
love & motherhood,
photo: taken at Alice C. Wainright Park, Miami -with a Nikon D3100 using a lens. It was edited on a Mac using PhotoEffects Studio Pro
forget not
We easily become wrapped up in our day to day lives. Our responsibilities, our "to do" lists. All the little things that really aren't all that important in the grand scheme of things but when we are in that moment may seem terribly important. We get caught up in so much that we forget to take a moment to sit back and just enjoy the things that life has to offer. Those simple delights like your children telling you that they love you out of the blue.Or a rainy day.It rained here for the first time in a really long time. I think the last time we had a really good rain was on my birthday, and that was over a month ago. I enjoyed it. Our day was quieter. The house bathed in the gray light of the day was muted. I had a terrible headache for the better part of it, but when my head was through aching it allowed me to take a moment to look out my window while cuddling my napping son and appreciate the quiet sound the rain made as it fell against the glass of my windows.I love the sound of falling rain. It was one of the things I missed most about Miami when we lived in Vegas. I missed the rain. This quasi-drought we've had reminded me of that.This is one of those gratitude posts I mentioned a few weeks ago. A post that I've written in my head a few times over the past week or so but haven't gotten around to writing-and now I've forgotten what I wanted to acknowledge with my thanks. A negligent misstep I won't be taking again-or I'll try not to make in the future.
Today I am thankful for headaches and the rain. For the delight the gray day brought me. For the sweet kisses of my two boys and for the sound of their "I love you's" which were totally and unequivocally unprovoked.
I'd like to take this opportunity and invite you to write your own gratitude post and share your link below.Love & Thanks,