But dotted amid all the important talk, we actually get quite a bit of quiet, adult conversation, sleeping in, grown up food (no chicken nuggets in sight!), and time to reconnect. It is actually quite lovely. But after two nights and two days we always find ourselves missing the little people in our lives.
So it was so nice to return to our well behaved, organic food eating, perfectly potty trained, polite, cloth diapered children.
What? That isn't the Young Family Kids that you know?
You're right.
It was wonderful to come back to...
...Charlie begging to watch movie number 126 for the day...
...A slight regression in Max's potty training that once again puts us holding the syringe of Pedi-Lax directly in front of his face and threatening to ram the contents up his bum if he doesn't produce poop this very instant...
...Poor Sam, after trying to crawl away, finds himself draped in one of Charlies all-consuming hugs, and with no other recourse, merely squeals at the top of his lungs until one of us comes to rescue him...
...Max, after being given a bountiful plate of meat, 2 veggies, and a starch, chooses only to eat the three croutons off his salad before excusing himself from the table...
...Arguments about which pajamas are acceptable to wear, footed or not, trains or fire trucks, clean or dirty. And with a quick sniff to the crotch, giving up on the battle and deciding these are clean enough to wear one more night...
...Races to the bathroom to see who gets to brush their teeth first, then refusing to open their mouths so we can actually clean the teeth...
...Sam consuming every food in sight, wanting everything his big brothers have, and laughing hysterically at the table while the other two argue with lawyer-like precision how many bites they are required to eat before they can be released from such torturous foods like roast beef and potatoes.
...Putting the older kids to bed and trying to get them to say the Lord's Prayer correctly, while they somehow misunderstood the goal and are instead seeing how many times they can inject the word poop or pee into each phrase...
...Listening to the sound of little boys chattering and laughing (with occasional loud thumps, cries, or the distinct sound of stuffed animals being hurled against the wall) well into the night.
Jealous? You should be. I love our crazy, loud, chaotic life. Well, mostly. :)
3 comments:
Ha! So glad you guys had a restful, productive, and fun weekend! When you come back, you do just get right back into it, don't you? There's no "easing back in!"
Oh this had me laughing! These are the moments we will never forget, right?!! Love the 3 crouton comment - I feel like so many meals are like that (esp the ones I spend alot of time preparing! ugh). Glad you had a restful weekend!
Breath of fresh air! I needed a good giggle!
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