Today (Saturday) was my day to talk to my Mom via Skype. She has a webcam as do we and it's a chance for my boys to see Nanna and for her to watch the boys and talk with them...that is when they cooperate. So, during my almost hour of being on-line with her today I realized that I no longer have the luxury of sitting and simply talking to my Mom. Thank you C1 and C2. The following list are the things that occured during our "time to talk":
- turn on more lights and open curtains b/c it's too dark for my Mom to see us through the webcam
- readjust the camera so she can watch the boys play while we chat
- turn the TV back on b/c C2 turned it off and C1 is throwing a fit
- turn the camera so Mom can watch the action of C2 turning the TV off and instantly looking to C1 for a reaction...stop laughing Nanna.
- turn the TV off b/c the fight over it is out of hand
- wrestle with a climbing Corban
- try and keep C2 from hitting just the right buttons on the keyboard to disconnect us
- no touching the camera C2
- give both boys books in hopes to have a few minutes of "grown up" talk with my mom
- potty break for me, Mom watches the boys while I'm gone
- return to find C2 stuck in a chair that is on it's side, help him out
- pick up C2 and toy that have both fallen over as he tried to climb on it
- kiss hurt part of C1, still don't know exactly what happened, but a kiss always makes it better. He says, "Thanks Momma, that's much better."
- hear the boys in the back of the house, so I go to make sure all bathroom doors are closed (C2 likes toilets and shower drains)
- meanwhile, I find C2 playing with hangers in the laundry room
- C1 is on the toilet. I wipe his bottom.
- watch C1 closely as he climbs on one of the upside down bar stools, that kid has amazing skills
- go in search of why C2 is crying
- discover C1 is on top of a small dresser ready to leap onto his bed where C2 is sitting
- give instructions to C1 that it's his job to make sure C2 doesn't cry and stays safe
- phone rings once. It's Brett, he wants me to call.
- I say goodbye to Mom so I can call Brett.
I love my two boys and love that they are so close in age. Is is hard? Yes. Would I change it? No. Do I still want more children? Of course...I'm just not sure I want them in Togo because living here seems to take motherhood and everything else up a knotch. When I have these crazy days, God often reminds me that they are gifts from Him. It's true, I am blessed to spend every day, no matter how insane, with them. It is those nights that I go into their room long after they're asleep and just thank God for my precious boys.
4 comments:
Oh April, I laughed all over again when I read Dad your post.( He did too! ) You had the call down to a tee. I'm still not sure what we talked about in that 57 minutes either, but a lot happened and I would not change it again for a million. =-) It was funny to see Caden's reaction while you were out of the room as I commented on the book he was reading. He did show me the pictures, but he was talking so softly I could not hear him. =-) It was so sweet!! Thanks for a great morning! I love you all dearly and miss you oodles!
yes, your mom had days just like that....espeically when she had all 4 of you together. She was a much braver mom than me and kept the 4 of you together when you were that young more than I did as I recall. Now when you got older, I could handle it much better and kept the 4 of you much more often but as toddlers, I could hardly handle my own two! I was so glad that they weren't as close as you and
Allen! You're a good little mom and you'll make it fine!
Oh my goodness - that is so freakin hilarious! I can not imagine what life is like with 2 MOBILE boys - I guess I'll find out soon. Hunter was a handful in himself as a toddler. I love the picture with the chairs on the ground. Enjoy this as much as you can!!!
Girl,
I don't really remember WHEN it was but I think as a young mother I felt I had reached "freedom land" when I could actually go into the bathroom by myself and not have kids "hanging" around!
Your time will come...and you will miss the "old" days. hugs, MOM E.
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