A Windy, Swingin' Thursday

With the exception of 25 mile per hour winds, we had a wonderful visit to the park this morning with our friends. It was the first time Ty had been back to the park since he learned to walk (ridiculous, I know). He was very happy to be mobile, and I learned that I really love when he swings. Because he's enclosed. And I'm not out of breath from chasing him.

After about an hour of playtime, Jamala, Kai, Ty, and I went to Garcia's for a little Mexican lunch. That was enough to send both boys into tired fits, so we all went home for our afternoon snoozes.

Yes, that included me.

The Lokey boys--Hudson (4) and Caleb (2)

Buddies--Kai (L-16 1/2 months) and Ty (R- almost 15 months)

Jamala and I briefly attempted having the boys slide down together. Kai wasn't a fan of his mommy holding him and Ty at the same time. So, they slid separately and I did the catching.

The day was completely perfect until Ty woke up from his nap; then, things got a little dicey. I decided that there was no better time than the present to clean out Ty's closet so that I could pull some things for a church friend who is expecting a little boy in August. Tyler decided there was no better time than the present to clean out all of his drawers. And try to knock over all the neat piles I was making. I suppose I brought the chaos on myself.

We were beginning to take a deep breath from the whole ordeal when Danny called to say he'd be later than usual. I attempted a casually cool response. After all, the sweet man tries to be home by about 5:30 every evening, so I don't have room to complain too much.

But, then things heated up again as I tried to fix dinner.

I needed ten minutes to throw my chicken recipe together and get it in the oven. Bless Ty's heart--he just doesn't want to miss a single minute with his mommy. He was under my feet and in the way the whole time. No toy in the world could tear him away from my side. I sure do love my little shadow. And, if I hadn't needed to cook that chicken tonight, I would have gone straight to the Wendy's drive-thru and called it a day.

Eventually, the chicken made it in the oven and dinner was served at 6 p.m. Bath time happened at 7 p.m. and Tyler began trying to climb into his crib at 7:30 p.m. Excellent.

So, now I am reviewing my day through this blog post and laughing about the fact that there is about to be another little munchkin added to this mix. I have no idea how dinner will ever get fixed, how closets will ever be cleaned out, or how my house will ever be remotely tidy again.

And, then I remember that they'll be gone before I know it and I won't have anybody to cook for, the closets won't need cleaning, and my tidy house will feel really lonely.

Thank you, Lord, for healthy children who make messes. Please help me enjoy them while they're little...