It’s the way Chase says “super” all the time but pronounces it “shooper.” It’s how—in his most serious voice—he says, “I’m shooper fast.” Then a moment later, as if it has honestly never occurred to him before (and believe me, it has): “I’m fast as Flash!”
It’s the way Trenton still pronounces finger as “singer,” which always instantly reminds me that he isn’t as old as I sometimes think he is.
At five years old, the so-cute-I-could-eat-you-up moments seem to be coming less often, now that he is a full-on kid instead of a toddler or a baby. But when he says “singer” instead of finger or surprises me by tucking his lanky limbs into me when he’s upset? That’s when I remember how young five really is.
My motherhood is in the way the baby scrunches her nose or flaps her little wings when she’s happy. It’s the way she looks at me for a reaction when she’s hurt but hasn’t yet decided if she wants to bother with the water works.
It’s when Trenton tells me that the bad guys are all probably having fun in hell because they’re “hanging out together.” 🙂
It’s the fact that Chase came to us yesterday morning with BOTH his church pants and his shirt on backwards. (How you get zipper-front pants on backwards I do not know.)
It’s the awkward in-between stage where I can’t tell if Quinn needs one nap or two, and she doesn’t seem terribly happy about either option.
It’s the many “cozy homes” the boys build with blankets and pillows and the way Quinn beelines for her favorite blankie whenever she sees it piled on.
It’s me being relieved that it is finally spring break because it means we don’t have to leave the house four times a day!
It’s the way the boys burst into smiles at Quinn (and the way she reciprocates) whenever they see each other after even the shortest absence.
As simple as it is, this is my motherhood. I only get to do it once.
Just for fun—What are some of the details that paint your motherhood at this stage?