sunday nap

Those of you who are mothers or fathers out there no what I am going to be talking about when I title my blog the Sunday Nap. It's a time of the weekend I as a mother always look forward to - it is the one time that I can sit down and relax without spec of sound and not feel guilty about it. 

Sunday Morning - the rush - up and get all diapers changed, bottles fed, milk and breakfast and then starts in the showers all to be done in time for church. Home from mass and we follow the same welcomed routines. Breakfast by daddy - an amazing brunch - as mom gets everyone out of church clothes and into Sunday lounge. 

Brunch is ate and enjoyed - every last drop of it and then the tired eyes set in - not for one, but for all four. Olivia is hungry - it's bottle time, and the battle begins with our son Gavin. He usually lays down well for nap, but by this point he is beyond exhausted and bucks a little. He then ask if he takes a nap when he wakes up - can he go see grandpa? My husband answers yes! - well a curse and a blessing, now Gavin is eagerly awaiting bed and is sitting strait up in his car bed, however the excitement going on in that little body of his is busting at the seems and I don't see how sleep can be anywhere in the near future. 

Several songs later - some sang by mommy and others by daddy - mostly ABC's, 123's and a little Twinkle Twinkle and the little guy is out like a light.

Now for Olivia - she is a dull she just laid right down and stared at her mobile as it went round and round and eventually closes her sweet little eyes and rest of to bed. 

Now is the time! the wonderful time! it's a time of pure confusion, do we watch football, scrub the kitchen floor, work on scrap booking, cars in the garage, nap ourselves or enjoy a Sunday afternoon movie. 

Well today it's a movie - Salt (with Angelina) - and then after the kids are up from nap, I guess we will be keeping that promise to Mr Gavin and visiting my mom and dads.

to be two - a milk melt down

To be two - the joys and the hardships my son Gavin must go through everyday. Sometimes watching him brings a smile to my face - as his little eyes just light up with learning something new, or sharing a story from the day at the sitters. However other times, his frustration - well it can cause me frustration as well. 

In just trying to post this first blog, I no more than sat down to begin typing and I hear MUMMMM MUM MUM Mommy! MUM - i answer with a nice - what do you need Gavin. He is in the kitchen and I probably know the answer to the question before he even speaks - but of coarse it is a clear " MILK " and he needs it precisely now. Of coarse, I get up and go into the kitchen and open the refrigerator door and grab his milk off the top shelf and hand it to him, and begin to walk into the living room - when I begin to hear a squeaky like cry. What?! I ask as I turn around. " I GET IT" - of coarse you do... I am just about to tell him no when I realize this battle is not worth fighting this time in the morning with him. So of coarse I open the fridge and let him set it on the shelf and grab it down and I shut the door and begin to walk back into the living room. 


Now this would of been the end of it a couple months ago he would of been happy for the next fifteen minutes - gleaming ear from ear. However not today - as the squeak like cry began to come - first a squeaky whimper and before he can scream and wake up my four month old daughter - i ask - WHAT! - okay your right I have lost my patience by this time, I turn around and he says " I CLOSE IT " - of coarse you do. Wow, who would of thought now he needs to 'close' the refrigerator door as well. I can't imagine where this journey will turn to next - the whole milk thing just keeps progressing. 

Some of you may be curious as to why he couldn't just open the door and get his milk himself and join us all back in the living room, well that would just make sense. However we had purchased a simple refrigerator lock for the fridge at least a year ago. It was necessary at the time, as he thought we needed butter-cheese-milk-left overs - lettuce - beer, whatever he could reach at anytime of the day.  He just loves to bring things to us. So we got a lock to keep the refrigerator closed and the mess down. Besides - what does a 1 year old really need in a fridge. Well now he is two - but still not ready for this responsibility. So the Milk Melt downs will continue. JOY!