I'm realizing that my days around here seem to run together.
Ordinary moments unfold around me daily
and I need to stop and relish in them.
One day, my boys will be out living life
and I will miss these everyday experiences.
So, I am taking the time to document
the simple moments that pass between us.
I'm calling this little collection of memories
The Stay At Home Mom Chronicles.
Ordinary moments unfold around me daily
and I need to stop and relish in them.
One day, my boys will be out living life
and I will miss these everyday experiences.
So, I am taking the time to document
the simple moments that pass between us.
I'm calling this little collection of memories
The Stay At Home Mom Chronicles.
10:00 am : Snack time and grand conversations.
Every morning, while Griffin is at school,
and after Koen's morning nap,
Koen has a snack in his high chair.
While he is snacking we have some
precious one on one time.
We have a little morning routine that I always look forward to.
It's a simple routine that I also
did with his older brother Griffin when he was a toddler.
While he feasts on a Granola Bar and Apple Juice,
I am in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher.
As I grab various plates and utensils to put them away,
I do a running commentary for Koen about what I am doing.
I'll say "This is a whisk and it's a handy tool in the kitchen."
He'll respond "Boo a gah isk?"
Then I'll say "Good...that's right, it's a whisk and you use to beat eggs."
Then he'll start singing something like
"Doo dwa ooh boo ah lah!" at the top of his lungs.
Then we both laugh.
I think that only a one year old
would find these types of conversations fascinating.
I have his undivided attention as I talk to him
about measuring cups, sauce pans, bowls, etc.
He works hard to echo my sounds and
I am quick to draw the language from him.
It's not an extraordinary moment at all
but one that I hold close to my heart.
A day will come when he will be too busy
running past me to play with Griffin
as I say "This is a fork!"
and he'll roll his eyes
and say "I know that Mom!"
Until then, I will enjoy
the simple pleasure of standing
in the kitchen and talking about utensils
as he looks on in utter amazement.
18 comments:
I love it! What great memories to have...with both your children.
OH yeahonce they figure out movement we are gone in the dust, sighs I know that feeling...
You've got to love a non-critical audience. You could actually sing an entire musical and he would probably love every note.
It's the little moments that make the most extrodinary memories that fill and stretch our hearts beyond capacity.
Beautiful. I love moments like that.
p.s. I love your Fiesta plates. I am so wanting some in turquoise!
These are the moments you have to remember when you start to feel like you just might be losing your mind! :D
hahaha my son went thru a stage where he refused to call a fork, a "fork" and instead it was a "spoon with lines". Makes sense...
This is beautiful - and a great reminder to truly make every moment count. I'm guilty about not taking the time to talk with Molly about the measuring spoons as I'm shoveling her a spoonful of squash and trying not to drop my skillet, all before the next scheduled event!
Beautiful! You have captured a moment here!
So sweet! You share your moments so well... really make me feel the preciousness of it.
Okay, yeah. I'm a bit teary now. So relatable and lovely. Where does the time go?? Great post.
GREAT post.
Yes, life before eye-rolls and sighs...it's beautiful!
I remember talking to my toddlers all the time, giving them a running commentary on our lives.
You're right. They were very attentive audiences. Interestingly they still are, even as adults...so you may be in for a nice surprise there. I think establishing those lines of communication early helps your children value you as a communicant and internalize the experience of speaking to (and with) you as an important, positive part of their lives.
Of course, it's even more fun once they can speak back. And the conversations become more...shall I say...lively...!
heehee
;)
So sweet and so true. These times are in the past before you know what hit you. You're a wise woman to live them wide awake.
you're a good mom.
when i put the dishes away, i don't. my hubby does. so.
I suddenly wish my boys were little again.
I love those conversations. :-)
So sweet. I LOVE your blog. xo
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