Mommy Day

Flash back to last year--the crying, the sullen apologies, hiding so no one can see my disappointment. I promised myself I wouldn't get worked up again, but I didn't think I would need to test that resolve, either. Once again, though, when it came time to sing she flatly refused to go. I sensed a meltdown--on my part--and I did some quick thinking. I asked if she wanted to sit on my lap and sing, and she said yes. It might have worked better that way, though, because I could actually hear her voice. She didn't know all the words, but her voice is so sweet and pure. I want to remember that and hold it in my heart forever.

I've been thinking a lot about my babies, lately, and how big they're getting. I was looking for the swimsuits, on Friday, and found Elena's Ariel suit from 2 years ago. It looks so tiny, compared to how big she is, now. She loves Ariel, too. Sure, she has a "Belle Dress" that I made her, but it's Ariel that she pretends to be and draws pictures of. It's a shame she doesn't fit her mermaid swimsuit, now that she's decided she's a mermaid.

Joseph meanwhile, has this love/hate thing going with me that every mother of a two-year-old knows. He doesn't want to do what I ask him to, but still loves to help and is always in my business. He'll ignore me for hours on end while playing with his sister, but won't let me leave the house with out either following me or throwing a massive tantrum.

James, my tiny boy, is sweet and patient. He's the only one to be both old enough to be interested in baby toys and immobile enough to actually play with them. The same goes for the jumper, which he figured out how to use, this weekend. I could do without the biting, though. Boy does he ever put on the impressive pout when I tell him not to bite.