Those moments

I love those times when I catch myself thinking, "This is why I had kids."

Unfortunately, those times happen less often than I ever imagined they would. In between the crying, fighting, diaper changes, messes, and non-stop verbalness, it's hard to have those thoughts on a conscious level.

Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, and I love being a mom. This is what I always wanted. I am amazed by the three little incredible beings I've been blessed with. But, I'm also amazed at their alien clones that seem to poltergeist in and out of their bodies on regular intervals. Again, making these kinds of moments hard to recognize.

My moments with Carson come at night as I rock him to sleep. During the day, that kid can fall asleep anywhere. But at night, he won't give in unless his mom is rocking him, and I love it. I love that my other two kids go to bed quickly and easily so that I can rock him. I'm even realizing after watching Jason struggle with him one night, that I'm grateful for it just being me and Carson most nights.





With Sophie, those moments hit when she scrinches up her chubby little cheeks and dashes towards me for a hug. Or when she's in her story telling mode and tells me the most wonderful stories about what she's seeing, or thinking. Like the other night when she told me about how her "Uncle Steve tell Ty-Ty, 'No! No!' cause Ty-Ty hit me on my head. I cry like a baby."



And with Spencer, it happened to Jason last night as they sat outside watching the lightning and discussing negative and positive energy, and electrons, and hot air and cold air, and thunder and all manners of science. For real. For me, it happened today as he presented me with his first infomercial. Feel free to skip, or at least mute, from :51 seconds to 2:10 seconds, unless you enjoy the sound of crinkling plastic.