This week, every night I get home I am running around like a mad woman. Going to the store, picking up groceries, folding laundry, distributing laundry, cleaning diapers, cooking dinner, thinking about what to cook for dinner, cleaning pump parts, freezing milk, cleaning our mess we made with our "new floor", vacuuming, organizing mail, paying bills and doctors, getting stamps, taking pictures, feeding dogs, feeding cats, taking a shower, cleaning up toys, filling up dishwasher, unloading dishwasher, taking crisis line calls, and hanging with AYLEN.
See the problem?
Last night I had Aylen in his bouncer chair, exersaucer, and Moby Wrap. He wasn't happy. I didn't know what the problem was--I had fed him and changed him. So I brought him into the bedroom-laid him down and talked to him.
BRIGHT EYES, Smiley Boy! He started talking to me, blowing bubbles, and making these great noises.
In walked, Russell. He laid down on the other side of Aylen. Aylen talked to him. Russell even found a new spot that tickled Aylen-so much he gave us several awesome laughs.
I learned a lesson. I didn't give Aylen the time he needed to tell me about his day, show me the new things he is learning, and laugh with him.
Aylen reminded me how important time is with him right now. He could care less if his milk gets put in the freezer an hour later, if the cat hair is on the floor for a couple more days, or if my clothes make it to their appropriate home in the closet. He wants to hang with his Mom and Dad. And really.....it doesn't get any cooler than that.
love,
the momma
