As I sat at the top of the stairs last night nursing Joseph and waiting for Hyrum to go asleep I began reflecting on my day. Sometimes, well, most times days with three littles are filled with chaos and fun. Lately it seems as though one child is always whining or demanding my attention in turn, or all at the same time. At the end of the day I am usually so exhausted that I could fall asleep standing up, before dinner even rolls around. But last night I felt grateful for these days, chaos and all, because without them life would be pretty boring around here. I decided that the reason why I am so determined to keep up the blog is because its my way of remembering the ins and outs of everyday life and what motherhood was for me. There's so many little moments that happen each day that I wish I could capture or write about in colourful detail.
Lately Hyrum has adopted an "evil laugh". It's a deep, right from the gut laugh that he gives while he scrunches his nose. One of his favorite games is to decide what we will eat. This game will sometimes errupt spontaneously in the car. He will say "How 'bout...." and then name something. Sometimes it's stilly things like, "How 'bout....Joseph!" and then after a little pause he will shake his head and go, "NAHHH!" with a little growl to his voice. It's adorable. Most recently he's been keeping me on my toes running to the bathroom everytime I hear a splash and wondering what went into the toilet each time. We've surrendered tubes of toothpaste, hair clips, and white erasers to the toilet so far. Thankfully I've made it before the flush! He also has an obsession with washing his hands. He hates sticky hands. Each time he washes he could spend hours running his chubby fingers under the water (just like his Grampa used to do). He rarely answers a question with "Yes" it's always "Yep". He loves to cuddle his baby brother in his bed and sings along when we sing "I am a Child of God" each night. Sometimes I will find him dancing on our kitchen table, or jumping off the couch. He hates his bum changes and getting his hair washed at bathtime. He loves to throw bucket fulls of water over the edge of the tub and squirt water at his sister. He has a huge love for hockey or anything to do with wheels. There is often highlighter all over the side of my oven, doors and kitchen cupboards. He has a cookie obsession, and will shout "Cookie" over and over at the grocery store when we get close to the bakery. If you ever visit our house he probably won't have pants on. He typically only wears one sock at a time and always has his boots on the wrong feet. He is Mr. Independent as of late and I will often hear "I do it! I do it!". My biggest pet peeve is the way he throws his dinner to the floor each night, especially after I've just scrubbed the floor. But I love him!
Camilla is a tiny ball of energy and lives each day to the fullest. There is one word that she always says wrong, "even". She will often tell stories and say phrases like, "I didn't evee fall!". It puts a smile on my face. I love her desire to do her own hair, brush her teeth each morning and make her own bed. She always asks to help me with dishes and other little things. She wears her red slippers to bed each night. She has a purple outfit that she calls her "dancing dress" which she wears atleast three times a week. When she wears it she tries her hardest to keep it clean so that I don't wash it and she can wear it the next day. She can often be found spinning and doing som fancy footwork in my livingroom. She has a love for jelly beans and an obsession with quarters for the candy machine at Wal-mart. She got bubble gum last time we visited and walked around with a plastic bag to spit it in when she finished chewing. Before we got home her zipper "broke" on her coat. We later discovered it wasn't broken, just full of chewed bubble gum! She likes to be a "big girl" and wash her hands without her stool, reaching as far as she can on her tippy-tip toes to turn on and off the water. She will cry hysterically when Hyrum doesn't comply to her bossy, older-sister tendencies. Her feelings are easily hurt and she loves to make people smile at the grocery store. She can sometimes be found sticking alphabet magnets off the fridge into Josephs sleepers, making car rides quite uncomfortable for the little dude. She loves to hold and kiss her baby brother. And she loves to hold hands and pretend to be a long train as we walk from the car to the grocery store.
I fall more and more in love with baby Joseph each day. He is becoming quite the wiggler which makes me cherish our nights together even more. I love the way he likes to fall asleep with his face nestled into my shoulder. He has this deep, manly voice that he uses to serenade me as I rock him to sleep. All of the moans and groans are so priceless when they're done so manly like. I love when he falls asleep snuggled close to me. Whenever I'm holding him I just want to wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight. I love carrying him around with his giant cheeks pressed next to mine. He likes to grab my hair or clutch my t-shirt in his fist while I hold or nurse him. He likes to be close. He also has adorable little smiles!
I just felt like I needed to write these things down, good and bad so that I will never forget what my kids were like at this stage. Although somedays are better than others, the sweet little moments we share make it all worth it in the end. I feel so blessed to be called a mother. Everytime one of my children says "Mom" it makes my heart happy, to know that I am doing an important job and that somebody so little cares so much for me. I love my kids, and I especially love being called "Mom".
