I love being a mom. It sounds so cliche, but being a mom really is the greatest thing ever.
I love everything about being a mom. I loved the planning that went into becoming a mom. I loved buying the pregnancy tests, taking the tests, not believing the results of the tests hence taking more tests (possibly even in a Taco Bell rest room). I loved reading the pregnancy books, going to the doctor and peeing in the little cup, throwing up due to morning sickness and discussing the condition of my cervix with total strangers.
I loved having a baby in the house. I loved getting up in the middle of the night to feed and comfort the baby, I loved my sore nipples and my dark circles from lack of sleep. I loved the cooing, the crying, the spitting up and occasionally getting peed on. I loved that there were baby toys scattered all over my house, Disney movies in my DVD player, and Sesame Street's Greatest Hits playing in the car.
I loved that it took me two hours to get out of the house everyday only to realize I had forgotten the diaper bag. I loved that I never had room for groceries due to the car seats and strollers taking up trunk space. I loved that I was constantly finding crushed up fish crackers in my purse and hot wheel cars in my shoes.
I love watching my babies grow. I love seeing their sweet faces as they sleep, their long eyelashes stretching out over their flushed cheeks. I love driving them all over the place to get them to baseball practice, play dates and birthday parties. I love hearing them tell me the best part of their day.
I love watching my oldest turn into a little man. I love listening to him cheer and yell for his favorite baseball players (by the way A-Rod, thanks for the past few weeks and all the questions I have had to answer regarding cheating, kabalah, and why anyone would leave that pretty lady for that old lady. You suck.), I love watching in awe as he curls up in the corner of the chair in the family room with the latest issue of Kiplingers or Motor Trend. I love that he asks if he can get on the computer to check CNBC and that he TiVo's Jim Cramer. I love that he is smart, sensitive and that he writes beautiful and imaginative stories. I love that he prays and asks questions about God and knows what it means to be a good person.
I love watching my middle child as he is marvelled by the world around him. I love that he says "No, thank you." when I ask him to take out the trash. I love that his laugh is infectious and he thinks a fart is the most hilarious thing ever. I love that he loves animals and feels sad when he sees a lost pet sign on the mailbox. I love that he craves spicy foods and eats salami sandwiches with pepper jack cheese and jalapenos. I love that he reads to his sister and helps his cousin build Lego ships. I love that he is kind and considerate of others. I love that the first thing he does in the morning is give me a hug.
I love having a little girl. I love that she likes to go shopping and wear jewelry, but she has no problems keeping up with her brothers and boy cousins. I love that she knows what she likes and what she wants. I love listening to her sing and watching her dance. I love that she is a girly girl, yet she will play with cars and action figures. I love reading her Fancy Nancy books to her and playing her made up color game. I love that she says "Oooh la la!" when she sees something she likes and "No la la." when she sees something she doesn't. I love that she is meticulous about her toys and where things go in her room and it drives her crazy if the pillows on her bed are turned the wrong way. I love feeling her tiny little hand in mine as we walk together.
I love that all three of them try telling me the same story at the same time. I love that they can never agree where we should eat lunch or what movie we should rent or what game they should play on the Wii. I love that all three of them have a different favorite ice cream flavor and different favorite cereals. I love that all three of them came from the same place, but are totally different.
With all that said.... I love that the summer is coming to an end and school is starting in three weeks. BECAUSE THEY ARE DRIVING ME (AND EACH OTHER) LOONY!