Morning Has Broken

This morning I was taking my daily 5:30am shower. I get early so I have a little time alone. As I stepped out of the shower I saw five little fingers pressed under the door. They wiggled a greeting and slipped away. I opened the door to find B laying with his arms stretched above his head face down on the floor waiting patently for me to emerge. I invited him in the bathroom and he began to talk.

Mommy why do you take showers and not baths? I dreamt I saw Captain America and he was flying and he said Hi B and I said Hi Captain America.......

He chatted away as I got dressed

Mommy why do dinosaurs not be alive anymore? Why do they have big big poops not little poops like I make?

He chatted on as I put on my make up

Poops is a potty word right? I am in the potty so I can say poop poop poop. Why you not say poop mommy?

Little S got up. She saw me and smiled and reached out her little arms and yelled

Daddy!!!!!

As I nursed her B continued

Now I am out of the potty so I cant say it anymore but i wanna say it mommy can I huh? Can I say poop?

I brushed my teeth and S laughed and laughed.

I brushed her teeth and she spit on the floor like her big brother (although he spit in the sink)

Then she smiled a big toothy grin (with her four teeth)

You know I don't think there is anymore of a perfect way to begin my day.

(OK so sue me I gotta do a sentimental post every now and then. I think its in every mommy contract to ohh and ahh over their kids every now and then. Don't worry tomorrow Ill be crabby old me I'm sure.)