Still needing to sort through the rest of my Easter shots, but no time this morning so I'll just share this one for now...
I walked into Courtney's room the other night to find this.
So I spun around on one foot and sprinted down the hallway to grab my camera because I've got a big, gushy heart that wants to have a moment like this saved on a little piece of 4x6 inch photographic paper forever.
But lest anyone think our days and nights are filled with nothing but moments like this, let me share with you a short segment from an entire morning (this morning) that went on just like this:
Annie: Ugh. I was sitting there. Mooooom, I was sitting there and then Courtney took my stool.
Annie: Why do I have to eat a prune for breakfast? Prunes are like the grossest fruit ever invented.
Cole: That's so disgusting Courtney, I can't believe you're scraping your banana with your almonds and then eating them. (And then moves his stool to the other side of the table in a sign of banana-scraping protest.)
Annie: Sneeze. Sneeze.
Annie: Don't laugh at me Courtney!!!
Courtney: Goes to eat a bite of her banana and it breaks in half (because she scraped it half to death with her almonds) and falls onto her lap.
Courtney: Don't laugh at me Cole!!! K.K., Cole's laughing at me because my banana broke.
Me: Irritated. Silent.
Cole: Well you laughed at Annie when she sneezed so I can laugh at you.
Me: Courtney laughed at Annie because she double-sneezed and it sounded cute. You were laughing at Courtney because you were happy to see her banana fall in her lap. Big difference.
Cole: How come I'm always the one who gets in trouble?
Courtney: Big, dramatic sigh and a rolling of the eyes.
Me: Courtney, you're the only one who's not in trouble so far this morning so lets lay off the drama before you get in trouble too.
Cole: Can I have pears in my lunch?
Annie: I don't want pears, I want strawberries.
Courtney: Can I have pears and strawberries?
Annie: Ouch. Owwww. Owwwwie. Moooooooooom, why do you have to brush my hair so hard?
Me: Annie, move your hand out of the way while I'm trying to brush your hair or I'm going to whack it.
Me: Guys, be sure to put your dishes in the sink and push your stools in.
Cole, Courtney and Annie: Yes mom, yes K.K., sure mommy.
Annie: Courtney didn't put her plate in the sink.
Courtney: Annie didn't push her stool in.
And once everyone clears out of the kitchen to go brush their teeth, I look around to see that all the plates are still on the table and none of the stools are pushed in.
These are the moments when my big, gushy heart feels shriveled-up and worn-out and ticked-off and fed-up and ready for them to go to school.
Not only that, but I wish school was year-round and that it started at 7:00 a.m. and ended at 7 p.m.