That thing you do...

Often times as a stay at home mom, the days can feel a little...well, monotonous.  A friend of mine once said that most of a mother's duties consist of "make work."  Basically, we are just doing the same jobs over and over again...attempting to do them at the same or greater speed that they are getting "undone."  And as I wipe crumbs from the kitchen table for the fourth time before lunch, or as I stuff the washing machine full of the same dark load that I am positive I just folded and put away the day before, I can't help but become both a little underwhelmed at the monotony and frustrated that there is never ever a real feeling of completion.  Because let's face it, I could walk around my house constantly (and most days I feel like I do) doing nothing but relocation missions to put stuff back to were it "belongs," and my house will still never be clean.
So why?  Why is this the most amazing "job" I could ever ask for?  Why wouldn't I trade this in for anything?  Why do I go bed praying for more patience  grateful every night, that I get to live this stay-at-home mommy life...because of the little things my boys do...the little things I don't have to miss.

You know, those cute quirky things children do?  Unique little things that make you smile and think, "Oh, that is so them!" The habits or mannerisms that can seem almost common place because they do them all the time.    However, within a few months or even weeks they will have faded away...out grown them for some new milestone.  And before you know it, that thing you could never forget is forgotten.

So here it is...another list of the little things my boys are doing these days... all the little treasures that I never want to lose.

1) James is silly...the older he gets the more his silliness shines through.  Just ask him to show you his "sleepy eyes" and you will get a huge grin and lots of fluttering eye lashes.  It makes us all giggle every time...which of course makes him do it more.

2) For Christmas Jake received Silly Songs, a 3 disk compilation of every preschoolers favorite songs.  It is hours of fun...really.  Well, over the last 3 months, Jake has memorized everyone.  And now, at least 5 times a week, he heads to the home school room, turns the music up to the point I am surprised his ear drums don't bleed, and belts out each song with great concentration and precision.

3) Much like his older brother, James loves to be read to.  I think it is so precious the way he will go retrieve a book and then turn around and back up (you can almost hear the "BEEP! Beep!" as he takes each step backward) until his heals makes contact and then he plops his little tush right down in my lap and snuggles in, never turning around once.

4) Jake is hitting a new stage in his childhood.  Up until this point things have come really early and naturally for him.  So now that we are introducing things that take a little bit of work and practice our little perfectionist can get quite frustrated.  And while it is not cute or adorable when he throws his pen down and storms out of the room or when he yells "I quit!" when he isn't holding Mrs. D for the full whole note on his Violin,

I am so proud of him when he calms himself down (sometimes with a little help) and comes back and tries again.  So many big life lessons in these moments, and the look of pride when he gets it is priceless. 

5) One the bright side, James is no longer an eater of furniture.  This is one phase that I am not upset was short lived (although, the teeth marks in my furniture will make it a hard one to forget).  However, he has definitely not outgrown putting just about everything else in his mouth.

Markers, crayons, blocks, books, shoe Velcro...none of them are safe from James little razor blades.  But his socks are his favorite!  It is pretty common place to see James running around with a soggy little sock hanging from his mouth.  It is weird, I know.  The only thing he likes better is his towel after bath time.  He is almost frantic about getting the towel between his teeth, and usually he has it in his mouth before you have even gotten it around his slippery little body.

6) Jake has given up on my imagination...or should I say lack there of.  But rather than engage my pathetic and obvious half hearted attempts, or give in to the horrible fate of "independent play," he has come up with a very creative way to handle the problem.  Jake becomes the character(s), generally with a rhyming name like Tiger Wiger or Butterfly Whutterfly, and I am just "Miss Jillian."  And so whether I am washing dishes or fixing dinner, we can play.  It is prefect, I just get to be myself and ask questions while he uses that amazing imagination and quite a few animal facts to come up with the most creative and entertaining answers.  I learn a lot about how Jacob sees the world through the conversations with all his "friends."

Oh I love these little boys, and am grateful for their unconditional love and how they continually overlook all my imperfections.  They teach my so much and I am so grateful to be their mommy.  Being here for all the little things they do makes laundry and dishes (and a few 100 other chores) seem like a pretty fair trade.