Most people have a morning routine. Some get up and get the coffee started. Others go straight to the shower, or to get dressed. Some even go exercise before starting their day. My Tyler? He goes into the playroom to find a sword. I turn around and see a little wake-up face, bedhead walking passed my door into the playroom. Then into our room he comes with Frog and a toy sword. My Ty.
My Ty also has taken to calling his little boy parts his "privacys." Oh my.
Braden has grown up so much in the last few months. You can see his maturity in his behavior chart at school. No yellows for a month! We celebrated by going to Ci Ci's pizza and playing some driving arcade games after pizza. Yum!
As I was walking through the house this morning, fixing lunches, hanging up towels and picking up Lego men from every flat place in my house, I was reminded how I almost didn't get to have this job. I almost didn't get to pick up yet another half damp towel, or find some Lego guy pieces under my pillow. I am so thankful this morning that I have little shoes to put away, swords to gently untangle from little sleepy grasps at night, piles of toy cars to move so I can get into my closet. So thankful God blessed me with these little ones. Overjoyed He trusted me with the job of kissing bruises from running into coffee tables, wetting down unmanageable hair, one-more hugs before bedtime. Unimaginable love for little napes of necks concentrating on building a Lego "set," little hands asking me to pull off or snap on too many Lego arms to count. Squirmy bodies jumping full force on me anytime I near the bed or floor.
Thank you Jesus for my little boys.
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