If somebody had given me one of those movie fast forward clips of my life as it is today when I found myself first pregnant 14 years ago, I would have fallen to the floor laughing so hard that I would have likely miscarried. Then I had fabulous shoes, perky boobs, unlined eyes, free evenings, cute panties…. Now? Pretty much the opposite. Yes, the last stop on the frump-a-mom road, I have recently purchased a pack of white, Hanes granny panties. Sigh.
But what would have floored me the most about a peek into the future, shocking that the granny pants are not that, would have been what now brings me happiness. It’s these damn kids. They make me happy. Pretty much anything they do touches my heart and gives me a reason to open my eyes every morning. Case in point, last night Devon ate rice. Yes! A food that was not pureed, did not come in a jar sporting a picture of a baby and was comprised of many, many different pieces. A food with texture no less. I nearly jumped out of my chair with surprise and joy! Sure he took a bite once I told him there was butter on the grains, he really likes butter. And he took the second bite under the impression that a glass of diluted apple juice just might be in his near future. Yes, this rice was white and not the most nutritious thing in the world. But, oh, two bites of textured food in one sitting. It was pure bliss on my part. And, yes, once he rolled that second bite around in his mouth, he got a look of serious concern on his face and would have spit the whole thing out had he not seen the afore mentioned cup of juice in my hand. (No, I am not always above the enticement of a bribe. But it was organice juice. That’s got to count for something.) He grimaced and gulped down the grains while reaching for the juice. After that when I asked if he would like another bite, he emphactically siad, “No. Mai-Mai. Not want.” But he did take his pudgy little fingers and pick out one grain at a time and eat those. I bet he downed about 20, that must be about a spoonful. And that is a gift.
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It is amazing the things that come in these little packages, isn’t it?
like the little one snoring here on the couch next to me…
The little things keep me going. Rebecca did Elcie’s hair for her this morning because I was a little pushed for time.
Perhaps not the “do” I would have wanted but it was brushed, neat, and somehow in a ponytail.
And Elcie had the good grace to thank her.
Nuts. Again.
Who ever said don’t sweat the small things never had kids. It’s the few small bites that will make or break an evening.
On the note of LBK (life before kids) I used to have expensive watches, then I had kids. I haven’t seen anything with a “dry-clean only” label in about 5 years.
Before kids. Hm. I know there was a before. I had “fitted/tailored” clothing. Certainly dry clean only. Nice shoes. I made time for manicures and pedicures. Hell, I HAD time.
Then again, I drank too much, smoked too much, stressed too much, and was not able to enjoy the little things in the least.
Life with kids is simply more multifaceted. Thankfully.
Yeah, even with all the challenges, I realize how amazing it is. (And I completely understand the joy in your young one eating textured food…SIGH…believe me, I understand.)
That is wonderful, and you’re right, the joy is in the moments.
But the moments are better when you’re wearing cute panties. I’m tempted to send you some (after I get my financial shit together, of course). Not even grannies should wear granny panties.