Time to Write

So I woke up early to write this morning. I thought I would have time to myself for just a few minutes. As soon as I opened our door, I heard movement in the kids room. I tried to sneak downstairs, but the light from my computer must have been too bright, they caught me. So I have been writing for two minutes and have sent two kids back to bed and made both of them cry. Yes, they still need to sleep so we don't cry at everything. The kid radar is working today. How do they know? They know when I am awake, they know when I have just fallen asleep, they know when I close the door to the bathroom, and they know when I have put milk on my cereal. (I can't stand soggy cereal, so when I put the milk on I have a two minute window of time to eat it.)

Anyhow,

The other day I was putting the kids to bed, we had sung the songs and said our prayers and I was telling them how smart and sweet and wonderful they were and how much I loved them, when I heard, "Mom, guess what I learned in science class?", I said "What?" Zach said, "Penguin moms feed their babies by throwing up. They eat the food and then they throw up and the babies eat the throw up. The nutrients are in the throw up. And they eat the throw up." I didn't really know what to say. I didn't know if he was telling me that because I had said he was smart or because I take care of him or because I was getting to mushy with the bedtime stuff or because dinner wasn't that good and his tummy hurt, but I answered with "That's so gross" to which he said, "No mom, that's so cool." I don't think I have a little boy anymore, he is growing up. He is into gross stuff. He is a boy. He is growing up so fast.

Speaking of fast, it is time to start breakfast and lunch for school. There are two boys up with me now. Time to start the day.