Completed Before Nine.... this morning

I am a mom. 
I am still learning.

I am not a hostess
with the most-ess,
or a culinary queen,
or a sewing machine dream.

I don't make my own curtains,
that is for certian,
but I like to make
spaghetti, chicken and cake.

Today I woke up a little before five
feeling anything but completely alive,
I rested with my son,
sung and napped till I started to run.
Hung up three loads of laundry that ran
through the wash, nursed under the fan,
changed two explosive diapers, and sang a song,
I sat through a breakfast long,
while my son ate raisins and oatmeal with a spoon,
and I sang random thoughts to a random tune.
I cleaned up the oatmeal,
which if left becomes a building seal,
the cementy goo doesn't come off at all-
I made coffee cake without a mix from the mall.
My son made a mess while I made the food
I cleaned that up and thounk thoughts that were rude,
I confessed of my sin,
and to a sermon listened.
I talked to my sister and emailed my mother,
in-law, I thought that I would ruther,
take a bath than a shower
and smell like a flower,
but not possible (sour milk is more like it) so I rinsed off real quick
and almost slipped where it got slick.
I'm not wearing make-up,
but I had some coffee to wake up.
I read a book to Abe and played with a car,
overall for this morning I feel like a star.
 And when my hubby said I was strong
I thought, all the day long,
but only because He who is in me
is greater than all that I see
to fret and worry and whine about,
so I can ask him to help me take the high route.
The one with joy, gladness and peace,
the one that is happier for my family at least!
So before nine,
the world felt like mine,
and honestly I felt a nap was in line.
But sadly to say that luxury wasn't mine.
 

Circles

Is there something about being 20 months old that means that you love to run around.  Not just "run around"  in some idiomatic fashion but run around the cushions that you have carefully piled in the center of the room.  Run around in a circle, your mom as she nurses your sister, run around the person  you are greeting, run around in a circle before finally sitting in the center of that invisible circlet.

My son runs around  things.  But yesterday took the cake.  It was time to change a diaper.  He circled the JEEP (see here) fold out changing table, once, twice, thrice and another two times for good measure than plonked down.  It was a little too animalistic for me but I had to laugh and I HAVE to ask.....

.........is this just a phase?????