And the toys that haven't seen the light of day in years have come out to play. The dollhouse that was high on the Christmas list a few years ago sits waiting in a pile for the yard sale; it too is out being played with. Pieces of the house and it's occupants, pieces of blocks and other random toys have found a play date with a small little blond headed little boy!
He managed to upturn his toy bag in the middle of the living room or when he swooshed and everything in the play kitchen is now on the tile floor.
The kids thought he was fun and cute before school but after, when more time elapsed and they couldn't keep up with his shenanigans they let us know under no certain circumstances will they let us have another baby, as if that idea wasn't fully put to rest already.
A full day later and this blond headed spunky child not only melts hearts with a smile or attempt at a new word, especially my name, but also draws eye rolls from my kids... They don't understand how one boy can be such a handful. They won't admit it now but life will be very lonely when he leaves us tomorrow.
Still this mom... Not silently wishing for number three rather just misses her own babies at two years of age. The sweet toys, the over sized blocks in the chubby fingers. The doll house that has the mommy, the grammy, daddy and baby... And nothing is wearing a bikini or stiletto heel. No nunchucks or throwing-star turtles and I doubt the small boy knows who General Grievous is.
This mommy loves this blood headed little boy's favorite lovey - a brown toy monkey and the ooo-ooo-ah-ah sound he makes. I remember not so long ago when my own boy coveted his Tow-Mater 18 wheeler and wouldn't let it out of his tiny hand. I asked my son where that toy is now, he knew exactly.
Bath time was nice, mine take their own baths now except baths have been exchanged for showers. We don't lather their baby skin with sleepy time lotion and I didn't realize I missed it.
The years just go so fast.
When the house is quiet later I may pull out my own kids baby pictures and remember their moments. The first time she crawled to fetch a book or the first time he said his sisters name. I may write them a letter to them know how much I love and appreciate them; how much I loved every moment of them growing up an how I am looking forward to every moment more.
And as this boy runs around the house on a mission only his brain knows, while my children give chase... I will silently say a prayer and thank God for the blessings children in life bring.