Mornings here usually consist of dogs wrestling and chasing each other down the hallway, Milo crying because I can't fill his cup of milk fast enough, and Pickles letting us all know that we have failed at keeping him the center of attention. I have the crazy mornings where I am rushing around, drowning out the chaos to the Weepies, and don't really have my act together.
But once in a while, God gives me peaceful gifts like yesterday. Mornings that I do dishes looking out my window in silence. (Actually I think I was quietly listening to this.) Mornings where I am able to appreciate the beauty enough to take a few pictures. They may not be gallery wall worthy, in fact, I know they're not. But to a mom of two under two, this has become beautiful:
My happy place:
My weekend fall projects:
I'm back to washing bottles, nippes, and formula cartidges again.
But he's worth it.
Why do we want to nibble chunky thighs and fat little piggies? Just me, well then, nevermind.
And then the sleephead wakes up, quietly eats, and calmly colors.
Okay, so he bangs the crayons on the highchair like drumsticks. But I colored, and coloring is calming. You should try it.
As a reward for letting Mommy have an hour of peace this morning, sleepyhead watched his favorite show:
For about 10 minutes, then the chaos began. But I was ready.
Happy Friday everyone,