Today has been "one of those days" No matter what I did I just couldn't make both of my kids happy. One would be laughing and the other one would be crying or they would both be crying. I wanted to give up, lock myself in the bathroom and stay there the rest of the day.
I could not for the life of me keep up on the house and I am in no mood to clean it up. I decided instead of cleaning up dinner and doing dishes I would put pics from my camera on to the computer. While I was doing that I found this picture of my babies. How could I stay frustrated when I saw this picture of them both happy and loving each other. This is what makes being a mom all worth the hard days.
My kids they do fight but they really do love each other. I love when Bennett walks up to Kenidee and gives her a big hug and a wet kiss.
I love that I caught Kenidee and Bennett sitting in a small chair today and Kenidee was reading him 5 little monkeys, because "he wanted a story and she knows the words. "
I love that kenidee is teaching Bennett new words. Like tree window, cow, fence, car, rock.
I love that Bennett can make anyone smile just by his smile. (this might be his life saver)
I love that I have two healthy happy kids.
I love that I have been blessed to take care of these two children of God.
I know there will always be hard days and maybe even days I do lock myself in the bathroom. I need to remind myself everyday how lucky I am to have Kenidee and Bennett in my life.
Then off to the basement to wait for Santa and his elves to come bring us a little gift (always matching PJS. Like I said we were few in numbers so the kids this year were Garrett, Gabbie, Kenidee and Bennett. It took some convincing and a bit of tattling but Rod was Santa Michael and Pat were his helper elves. Kenidee was so excited to see Santa. Every once in awhile we could here bells coming from the other room and Kenidee was so excited she could hardly stand it. She would yell. I HEAR SANTA'S BELLS ON HIS SLED!!!! When Rodney came out in his Santa garb she was so upset. She threw her self on the floor and cried that is NOT Santa that is UNCLE ROD! she wouldn't even sit on his lap. I love Christmas eve.
When we got back home that night Kenidee helped me set out cookies for Santa and she was worried that the raindeer would be starving so we put out a few carrots out our front door. Soon they were asleep.