13 March 2007


Today was a long day - for all of us. Tonight was an even longer night.

Paul was in a bad mood, Cole was crabby, Maya was being mean, and by 6:30, I had reached my end. Dinner was late, clean-up took forever, and baths were a chore. After much whining and fussing and protesting, I finally got my sleepy kiddos upstairs for bed.

To be honest, NOTHING in me wanted to suffer through bedtime stories tonight. Nevertheless, I plopped into the rocking chair while my son dug through a basket of books and my daughter rifled through her bookshelf in search of the perfect bedtime stories.

"Freight Train" and the "Rhyming Story Bible."

In the dimly lit room, with each child in my lap, I read as we rhythmically rocked together. The pictures and prose piqued my children's interest and kept their attention from start to finish. Thankfully, they were winding down.

Just as we were finishing a story about Elijah, Cole scrambled down my leg to the floor and reached beneath his bed. He proudly stood with his discovery: "Good Night Moon."

"Can we read one more, Mommy? Pleeeeeease?" Maya asked with her words and Cole with his huge brown eyes.

How couldn't we.

I let my head sink into the cushion behind me and my heavy eyelids fall, as I began to recite the words of this book we've read countless times...

"In the great green room there was a telephone and a red balloon, and a picture of a cow jumping over the moon. And there were three little bears sitting on chairs..."

With eyes closed, I continued.

"... and a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush, and a quiet old lady who was whispering..."

"Hussssssssssssssssssssssssssssss," Cole whispered out of no where with a pudgy little finger to his mouth.

I was shocked and totally caught off guard. Tickled beyond belief, my eyes sprung open to look at my smiling son.

His grin grew wider and wider until it was a giggle. It was as if Cole had been waiting to deliver this line on cue for every second of last 21 months.

Soon Maya was laughing, then I.

We were howling and squealing, enjoying the funniest, sweetest, most precious story together. I could barely finish reading as tears of delight streamed down my faced and high pitched belly laughs thundered in the quiet room.

As we gleefully rolled through the end of the story, with sore tummies and wet faces, the day melted away and the line between laughter and tears was blurred. I was laughing and crying, thoroughly moved by this beautiful moment with my children.

I closed the book, tossed it in the basket and squeezed the two munchkins in my lap. We rose from the chair, the kids exchanged goodnight hugs and kisses, then Cole reached for his crib.

"Goodnight Cole," I said as I kissed his forehead and laid him down.

As I turned off the light, he was still grinning beneath his passy.

11 March 2007


Uncle Tolu and Auntie Fofo were in town this weekend...
Tonight, we got to spend a nice evening with my dad and siblings. I love that.

10 March 2007


Every once in a while, I'll catch the kiddos in a priceless moment
(and actually get the picture)...