Daily yo.

I really plan on trying to do at least one blog post everyday. I enjoy it. A lot. I just never have much to write about, but I think I need to start practicing so that I can draw inspiration from the smallest things. :)

I just noticed my iPod is unplugged from my computer. I will not charge that way. I can only imagine that was the act of a certain little girl.

My kids are attached at the hip. My son crawls around after my daughter like she's the center of his world. It's adorable. I can be in a dark place, and seeing the way they are together brightens me up instantly.

I should really enjoy this while it lasts. B/c before I know it, they'll be at each other's throats.

A Moment of Peace.

Both of the kids are taking their naps, AT THE SAME TIME. I can't believe. I don't know what to do with myself. It's quite peaceful. Silence is rare around here. The noises never really bother me. To be honest, I never really noticed how noisy it usually is until now. Until there is no noise. If I thought they'd stay asleep for a while, I would probably try to catch a nap myself. But with my luck one of them would wake up as soon as I dozed off. But this is kind of nice. Just sitting here, no task that absolutely needs done right this second. A moment to myself. I better enjoy it while it lasts!

To be a kid again.

No worries.
Making the best of what you have.
Waking up in the morning, grinning from ear to ear, eager to start your day.
Fighting a nap, fighting bedtime, because there's so much more you could be doing.
Oblivious to what's going on in the world.
Number one priority, never missing an episode of Spongebob.
Oh, to be a kid again.

That little grin, and twinkling eye.

Anyone who has young children, knows what a challenge it is to get a decent nights sleep. I love my sleep, and rarely get enough of it. It's worth it, but a good night of sleep would probably do wonders for me.

7 a.m. "Mommy, wake up." My two year old. Her bed's in our room. The door is shut. She has nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. I can't just let her sit there.

The first thought that enters my mind, "7 o'clock, are you kidding me?"

I force my eyes open. There's that little face, staring at me so intently. We make eye contact, and there's the little grin, and the twinkle in her eye. "Mommy, good morning." It makes it all worth while.

Noticing the small things in life.