So, I'm old (I think), or am I? As I write this, many people my age (or younger) are out partying it up, drinking, and having what they refer to as "a good time" (I completely skipped that phase of my life and jumped right into marriage and family) so that tomorrow they can puke there guts out and remain completely worthless all day just so that they can do it all again that night and puke again the next morning (why?). Meanwhile, I'm at home with my family.
Tonight was just another Friday night in our house; actually it really started out not any different from any other night. While the baby is on her third nap, the 2-year old wakes up from his nap, but this time he's ever crabbier than he was before he took his nap. Since he was finally awake, I could start making supper without having to worry about waking him up, because it was almost time to start the supper making process, but I couldn't.... He was WAAAY too mad at the world to let me even attempt to make supper (let's also not forget that he's been sick for a week). We popped in "Peter Pan" (I don't know what we'll do if the DVD wears out on us). And finally, it was actually time to attempt making supper (NOTE: my husband was unavailable as a distractor because he was working on our other house).
Now, I'm just assuming that since you are reading a blog about anything and everything related to children then you are either a parent or someone who works with children frequently (teacher, daycare, etc.). So, you more than likely know how difficult it is to cook with a happy toddler let alone a grumpy toddler. Well, long story short, we survived it and averted as many toddler crisis' as possible.
Skipping an unimportant part of the story... my baby started to basically crawl across the floor. I was SO excited! She did half crawl and half army crawled, but none the less, she crawled! About 8 feet! I was excited! Mater was excited and helped me coax her into crawling! We videotaped it, and we even called Daddy to tell him.
I looked up a music video for Lonestar's "Mr. Mom." I hadn't heard that song in ages, so Mater and I sung and dance to that followed my some Elmo on IHeartRadio. Then, when Daddy got home, we looked up some good 'ol fashioned twangy country music (Johnny Cash), because Daddy didn't like "Twinkle Twinkle." The night ended with a family dance party in the living room with Johnny Cash. It was great! Fun was had by all. Even little miss had fun; she watched us dance from the comfort of her Jumperoo and showed Daddy her newfound crawling skills (fyi she is a FAST little turkey).
Now, I am sitting here at 8:51 PM where. Everybody in the house is sleeping, except for Mommy. I'm just left with my thoughts and all the love I feel for my family. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world because I get to spend my Friday nights with these three wonderful people whom I adore more than words can express. I would be nothing without them. They make me whole. (Maybe I'll go play some "Sims 2" for a little bit before bed.)