Tonight, well every night really, getting Josiah into his pajamas is a big creative effort. Sometimes it's as easy as letting him pick out his jammies, sometimes we find a fun game to play and it goes quickly. Usually it involves some amount of running and tackling and a bit of a arguing as the end of the day patience is running thin. Tonight, after his bath, it involved a grumpy, large feeling, pregnant mama (whose face was splashed a few too many times during bath time) not having energy to chase nor the mood to play. Getting his underwear on was a small, (not easy) step in the right direction. But it was a little victory, they were indeed on! Then there he was, his long, lean body sporting bright red Lightning McQueen ginch...jumping up before I had a chance to stop him. Up he got, and started to strut, yes strut - hips moving with an overly exaggerated sway and wagging his arm in the air, turning to me with a sweet smile, he said, "okay then, I'll see you soon" and out the door he zipped. It was enough to crack this grumpy mama's face into a smile and even a chuckle. And lo and behold, my mood did improve. Soon after jammies were on and he was falling deep into sleep. As I watched his eyes close, and I stroked his soft face, I prayed that all the mistakes of the day would wash away and that tomorrow I would learn to love him even more deeply than the day before.
Tonight, well every night really, getting Josiah into his pajamas is a big creative effort. Sometimes it's as easy as letting him pick out his jammies, sometimes we find a fun game to play and it goes quickly. Usually it involves some amount of running and tackling and a bit of a arguing as the end of the day patience is running thin. Tonight, after his bath, it involved a grumpy, large feeling, pregnant mama (whose face was splashed a few too many times during bath time) not having energy to chase nor the mood to play. Getting his underwear on was a small, (not easy) step in the right direction. But it was a little victory, they were indeed on! Then there he was, his long, lean body sporting bright red Lightning McQueen ginch...jumping up before I had a chance to stop him. Up he got, and started to strut, yes strut - hips moving with an overly exaggerated sway and wagging his arm in the air, turning to me with a sweet smile, he said, "okay then, I'll see you soon" and out the door he zipped. It was enough to crack this grumpy mama's face into a smile and even a chuckle. And lo and behold, my mood did improve. Soon after jammies were on and he was falling deep into sleep. As I watched his eyes close, and I stroked his soft face, I prayed that all the mistakes of the day would wash away and that tomorrow I would learn to love him even more deeply than the day before.
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So well-written and so true. If not for those cute, sweet, or funny moments I don't know how I'd make it through the day.
I can totally picture it! Kids say the funniest things. And they are usually copying someone- is Matty a strutter?? Miss you guys!