Woke up this beautiful Saturday morning at 6am to 2 starving children with cute little bedheads. Tim tried desperately to stay asleep while Reagan played peek-a-boo in the sheets...squeeling everytime she came up. Bennett's sweet "good morning mommy smile" when I picked him up from his crib. Powdered donuts and chocolate milk. A nice long shower where I actually had time to shave my legs! All because my wonderful husband watched Mickey Mouse Clubhouse with the kids...yes, our 11 month old watches tv. Saturday mornings are so much different for me and Tim these days but we wouldn't trade them for anything.

A thought came to me this afternoon during naptime. I plopped down on the bed for a minute to check my email. After a run to target, lunch out, laundry, dishes, picking up toys, I was pretty tired. I thought, "I can't wait for the day when I can say, 'I think I'll go get a pedicure.'" It's just not that easy right now to grab my keys and walk out of the house...not without actually planning something like that in advance. But do I really wish for that day?

Bennett turns a year old in 3 weeks. The days when my kids still want to snuggle with me are flying by. I read another mother's blog the other day. She was at Kroger with her 4 out of control kids. The very moment that she wanted to crawl under the shopping basket, an elderly woman approached her and said, "I would give anything to trade places with you." I may be that elderly lady one day wishing for these precious days back.

So, no matter how loud my 2 year old cries because she doesn't want me to mix her chocolate milk with white milk....Or how fast my 11 month old can crawl over to the ficus tree and grab a fistful of dirt out of the pot...or how high the pile of laundry can still grow after washing clothes all day...I still want to remember to be thankful for these priceless days. Days of flying kites, splashing in the tub, picnic lunches, ice cream cones, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and swingsets won't last forever.