Eggstra Special

So the man taught the kiddos about the little verse, "last one in is a rotten egg".  He would say that to them to make them hurry in the car, house, etc.  Well for the longest time the smaller boy would go especially slow when the man, or the boy (who now says it all the time. For everything) said this.  Even when we encouraged him to go before us (the adults) he would always say, "No, you go I want to be last."  Nobody could figure out why he always wanted to be the rotten egg.

Until today.

I solved the mystery and just HAD to blog about it.  Because it is the cutest thing.  Remember he is 3.  Well today it was just me, him and the smallest boy, and as I happened to be listening very closely, I heard him say, "last one in is a rockin' egg".  He said it twice the same way and I had to smile to myself as I finally discovered why he always wanted to be last.  He thought it was so cool to be the "rockin' egg".

I just love these kids.  Life is crazy, and life is hard right now, but it's true what I've heard.  It's all about the "moments" right now.  It is.  I have to live for the moments.  Moments like these that just make me smile and make me thankful that I had these beautiful children to share in my life.  Without moments like these I would be hating life.  I would be in the nuthouse.  Sometimes I still feel like that is where I belong.  But when my one year old voluntarily throws his arms around my neck and gives me a squeeze- there is nowhere else on earth I'd rather be.

Today, after getting a crown first thing this morning, I was down in our basement on the computer.  My mother called on the phone.  I could hear lots of commotion upstairs.  I put my computer adventure on pause while I went to see what the kiddos were up to.  The girl had made her own sandwich.  A ham and cheese sandwich, which she had to use a SHARP knife to cut the cheese.  Unattended.  The smaller boy was in the bathroom on the toilet amidst a puddle of urine.  I told my mom I'd have to call her back.  Smaller boy loudly proclaimed that he had had an accident.  But he was sitting on the toilet and needed to be wiped from the other end  So I told him to wait while I cleaned the pee so I could reach him.

When I went into the kitchen to get some cleaner, I noticed the smallest boy's pants were soaking on one side.  He had been playing in the puddle of urine.  So I quickly removed his pants, cleaned the pee on the floor so I could reach the smaller boy and while I was doing that the smallest had picked up a pretty hefty wooden car and whacked the girl across the head with it.  Then he fell from the counter-height dining chair square onto the back of his noggin on the wooden floor.  It's been just peachy today, but I just keep smiling because I've got a ROCKIN' EGG around here somewhere.

It's the moments people.  I love my children from the moments they create.  Rockin' egg moments, not urine puddle moments.  Commotion is again happening upstairs and I must go to investigate...

PEACE

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