The morning, of a mommy.

I have been asked, many many times.. "so what is it like to be a mom now?"

How my life has changed..

and while I can't explain that in words.. I can share with you, a short little story, about today. About a baby and his momma, from morning til lunch time. :)

Sit back and enjoy

MORNING.

Since Jordan went to sleep last night, in OUR bed, at the late hour of 11:45.. We were surprised when he started talking at 7:55 am.

Good morning Jordan.

ba ba ba ba da da da da bu bu bu ma

:::Jordan crawls over to me, his soft, light hair, a bed-head-mess, places his tiny little hands on my chest, and grins as if he was literally saying HAHA! WAKEY MOMMA!:::

Up we go... daddy entertains baby while I brush my teeth, and do my normal morning wash up.

((daddy gets to sleep in today)).

YAWN.

So, after a squirmy diaper change, into the living room we go, where Playhouse Disney goes on the television, and I prepare the morning breakfast of champions. Formula for baby, water for mom.

Notice my lovely polka dot pajama pants.

8:45 am.
After my morning fix of snuggling with my soft, warm little boo boo, I fix him up, brush his hair.. and dress him in his outfit suit for a day of crawling.

a brisk 45 degrees outside, an overcast morning which is rare, we have one window cracked for some fresh air.
As booger wonders around in his cushy blue monkey pants, and fleece socks..
I look around at our gigantic mess, and start to straighten up...
Now, for those of y'all non mommy folk, this is where it gets tricky.
Before baby, you could lay everything on your tables, on the floor. You can place household cleaners where ever you like as you prepare your next area...
You can spray your little heart out and vacuum like Tom Cruise, without worrying about tripping over a small child and breaking your neck.
9 am.

:::But mommy! I can't let you clean without hanging
onto your pants and feet and lick your toes and your leg....::::

9:15

And down almost 2 episodes of Mickey Mouse clubhouse...

Bottle is finished...

Bottle time is when I get to sneak in all of my much loved forehead, cheek, and nose kisses.

I begin cleaning what I can while Jordan takes out all 76 of his toys out of his toy bin.

:-)

It's about this time we roll around on the floor together, and laugh, tickle, and play.

It's about this time I think about kicking "toodles" in his mouse-ka-tool

9:17 am.

Baby is bored with his own toys.

WHAT ELSE YA GOT.
this is when I get my morning exercise. squats, arm curls, and voice box therapy.

NO JORDAN!

::squats down to take electronic device from baby, places baby in different area of living room::
Honestly, I love watching him.

He thinks about every single move he makes as if he has an exact plan. An -enter destination here- bound OR BUST.

His extreme look of pride when he accomplishes his mission makes me proud too.

::"Michelle, it's actually one word, and it's lower case 'i' touch. itouch.".. Jason::

Ohhh looky...

I will sweetly work my way under the table as mommy wants to wipe it free of dust, germs, lil fingerprints and cat paws..

I will play with all of the wrapping paper rolls getting ahold of those suckers that are twice as tall as me as if I'm in a strong man contest..

I will stick my wittle fingers all over your freshly cleaned glass,

I will immediately go after the artificial flowers your placed on the floor,

the decorations on the window seal,

and object when you make me stand behind this cold, metal gate.

BUT HE'S SO CUTE I CAN'T EVER GET MAD AT THIS FACE!!

As I attempt to make my breakfast, I have a little audience...

9:25 am.

1/2 bagel goes in toaster.

9:25 & 30 seconds..

Jordan gets antsy, as he can't hang on my leg.

Because he's stuck behind this gate!!

check out my cute new hats, which are way too big but mom sticks them on me anyway and shoves that flashy thing in my face !

I really must insist that you click on this image to see it larger. It's too cute.

9:28 am.

I attempt to eat my bagel.

Baby, works his way over, and mashes his fingers into my bagel.

9:30.

Baby has another bottle, gets placed in his pea-in-a-pod boppy, as I gently rock him to sleep, while softly singing Silent Night.

Then, the cleaning MAD DASH begins.

Let me tell you.

I didn't mess around.

The floors were spotless, every piece of tile in that bathroom was dis-infected,

every part of that kitchen was cleaned from every type of handle you can think of, to the stove burners.

I lit our festive candles...

and at 10:30, baby woke up.

I had a few more tasks on my list left to complete, so daddy offered to get some DD- vanilla chai, and took munchkin with him, so I could finish up the dirty work.

Dirty Work; scooping our new, gigantic cat box, full of lovely surprises.

hehe, if you look closely there, I got a shot of the 2 of them walking up with DD:-)

12pm.

LUNCH.

This kid knows how to eat.

So we strapped in, and Jordan enjoyed some 'corn casserole'....

while laughing, talking, spitting food, and clapping his hands.

And as I attempt to eat my ceaser salad, Jordan, attempts to eat the table. At least it's clean.

Time to sit back, relax, and watch some Avatar.

:-)

And I wouldn't trade one second of my life, for a single thing.