"These are the good old days"

I swear this is one of those thoughts that keeps me up at night. In the midst of diaper duty and work and vaccuuming, the good old days are quietly slipping away. These are the days that I'll look back on and become a nostalgic weepy mess. I'm sure I won't remember the constant fighting, stepping on Legos for the bazillionth time or cleaning baby poop out from under my finger nails. I won't remember the Mt. Everest piles of laundry or the sink full of dishes.

One or two older moms upon catching a glimpse of the craziness that is my life, have said, "Yes, it's crazy now but these are the good times." I've rolled my eyes (in my mind. My mother taught me better than that!) and smiled and nodded politely as I cursed them (again, in my mind).

I'm starting to realize what they were saying. Pretty soon my boys won't tell me I'm the "sweetest mommy ever" and give me monster hugs. Pretty soon the gummy smile that my baby daughter graces me with will be full of teeth... and braces. I'll be shuttling them to school and practice and eventually, off to college. Then, one day when the laundry piles are smaller, the sink contains dishes for two and we don't even have Legos in the house, I'll be wishing for the good old days, I'm sure.

I need to tuck the sweet moments from my day into the mommy pocket in my brain. Here's today's:

Rubbing O's arm until he nodded off. My crazy,

capable boy is still a sweet baby.

Chatting with L about his favorite Lego creation

and seeing his blue eyes sparkle.










And watching my baby girl have sweet baby dreams.

Size is relative

On the way home tonight, Kid #1 and I debate over who was the biggest/smallest baby at birth. Since I was there at all three births (thank you very much!) I was sure I would come out on top. Nope. I was foiled by 5 year old logic (or illogic) once again.

"Mom, I know I was the biggest baby because you were the size of a large trash can when you were born."

Yeah, it pretty much got more ridiculous from there. I'll recap the conversation:

Kid # 2 was the size of one small tree with a five inch stick coming out the top.
Kid #3 was the size of one piece of steak that fits into a lightbulb.
Cousin #3 was the size of one small and not regular sized leaf.
Neighbor #3 was the size of one square mirror.
Dad was the size of one small bush.
Grandpa was the size of one medium cactus.

He's not mentally challenged by any means. Just.... creative. I hope.