It generally starts with a whine, a whimper, a screech in the monitor. Sometimes I get a "momma". The hour is always much earlier than I would like it to be.
As I open their bedroom door, I'm greeted with lots of smiles and cuddly hugs. Sometimes they tell me all about the dogs on their wallpaper in their toddlerese language. Nicolas pats my back and repeats over and over and over and over "momma, momma, momma". Blakey likes to snuggle in my arms as we walk down the stairs. Not a bad way to start your day, right?
We snuggle for a bit on the couch and before you know it, our day is in full swing. I try to prepare breakfast hoping that they will play nicely and independently while I attempt to create a healthy, yet appealing meal that will end up in their bellies and not on the ground, AKA the dogs' bellies. Nicolas races into the kitchen with a "momma, momma, momma" and he goes onto the counter to "help" me make breakfast. He gets pancake/ waffle batter all over me, the counter, himself, etc. Bella lingers in the background, waiting for something to come her way. Blakey can't wait for breakfast so he gets some cheerios in a little bowl. Before you know it, the cheerios are all over the floor. As you can see, mealtimes are so much fun at our house!
We eat, clean up and get dressed. Nicolas runs away from me as I try to get him dressed and Blakey insists on wearing his Elmo slippers "side, side" (outside in Blakey's toddlerese). We bundle up and head into the yard. See, we've been couped up in our house for the last 4 days in a row due to rain. I take control of the "caca" situation in the yard and dry off the climbing equipment. I come into the house to wash my hands and in comes Blakey behind me holding a dead mouse by the tail. What a treasure! I scream, he looks confused, and my mom wonders why I didn't take a picture of the whole scene. The next thing I know, Nicolas is bringing wet sand into the family room. Nice. And within ten minutes, they are both soaking wet!
And so it goes and goes and goes. We take walks. They fight staying in the wagon. They ask for water but they'll only drink if it's in the RIGHT cup. They ask for yogurt but only eat it if they can feed themselves.
Yes, my friends, we have chartered new waters. The independent, strong-willed, determined phase, I guess.
Luckily the day is sprinkled with drops of cuteness here and there. Blakey practicing new words with the sweetest of intonations while Nicolas rambles on and on about who knows what, saying "momma" about every fifth word. Giggling hysterically as I put special finger paints in their hands for the first time during bath time. Hearing a plane up above and watching their little fingers point up to the sky as they attempt to say "avion, avion". Listening to Blakey say "up, up, up" and then continue to get up onto our bed by himself where he jumps like the cutest monkey around. Watching them wrestle with their cousins. Really, the list could go on and on.
The day ends with a little Elmo, some more snuggles, some books and night-night kisses.
Sweet dreams, my boys. Sweet dreams.
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