I have a friend.Ā A dear friend.Ā She is my person.Ā And she and her husband nicely challenged me today to start blogging based off of a series of pictures on Facebook entitled "Adventures with the Boy".Ā Since my friends are so far away in Oklahoma, as I am in Nowhere, Iowa (more on that later), they, like all of my friends are so far, far away that they miss out on these great little adventures I have as a mom on a regular basis.
I realize this request, is because they love us.Ā Because they want to be a part of our lives.Ā In turn, I love them and want them to be a part of our lives.Ā But, as I was thinking about the whole blogging thing, I thought, and verbalized to my husband, "What is there to blog about?Ā Everyday, I wake up earlier than I want to; I chase after my son, Ephraim, from the bedroom to living room, make a mess with blocks and toys with cartoon movies playing in the background.Ā And we don't really leave until you come home with the car.Ā Our life is boring and uneventful.Ā What is there to blog about?"Ā And my husband, the wonderful man that he is, responded, "That is the routine, everyday stuff.Ā But that's not the Ephraim-threw-my-phone-then-dropped-it-in-the-glass-of-water, he-woke-me-up-this-morning-climbing-out-of-his-crib, after-he-was-done-eating-he-wore-a-peanut-butter-mask-on, moments.Ā A blog shares all of those moments, plus the thoughts in between."Ā At which I said, "Honey, some of the thoughts in between are so ugly, I'm not sure I want to share them."Ā But that's what this is about.Ā Its a journey in motherhood.Ā The ups, the downs, the good, the great, the horrible-awful, the beautiful amazing mess called motherhood.
Today, my son and I went to the park here in our quaint little town.Ā Its a nice little park, complete with multiple slides of different angles, curves, and height; two three sets of swings; a merry go round; lots of trees and picnic tables; and of all things, a stage.Ā We arrived, geared up with my sweet tea, Ephraim's choccy nook (chocolate milk), and his chosen car for the morning.Ā I was a little confused as to why he would bring the car to a place where he is constantly in motion, and is focused on picking up sticks and rocks.Ā But, he wanted to bring it with him and I was not opposed.Ā Holding on to his beloved items, he made the climb up to the covered, tallest slide.Ā At this point, I wasn't sure if he was just checking out the slide before he went down it, or contemplating what his next move would be.Ā Turns out, my kid is a genius. You see, we have plenty of cars at home, and lots of flat surfaces for him to drive the cars on, but we have no ramps or race car tracks.Ā So today, as my son was sitting there, he decided to used each and every slide there, as his own personal, ginormous race track. And he did so contentedly for the next half an hour or so without ever going down one himself.Ā I am amazed at how extreme children's attention spans are.Ā And while a half hour seems like a long time, he spent the next 45 minutes rotating swings.Ā He even caught on to high-fiving me on the up part of the swing.
Ā And from there we did the usual: go home, have lunch, say hi to Aunt Amy, took a nap, and then headed to the greater metropolitan area: Burlington, Iowa, to pick up my husband.Ā Ephraim was still waking up when we arrived at Lowe's, but after waiting in the car for a few minutes, I hear a little voice almost whisper, "Daddy. Inside. Inside. Daddy...are you?"Ā At which point my heart got a little more happy, because my son loves his daddy.Ā Tonight, though, was the highlight. Ephraim and I started playing catch with a small light basketball.....and then catch turned into catch, duck, and dodge ball.Ā There were so many squeals and giggles and belly laughs coming from such a small little boy, with so much energy.Ā And then Daddy came into the mix, and it turned into wrestle ball.Ā Somehow, all three of us ended up on our bed, with Topher and I pretend sleeping and snoring, when all of a sudden there are these sweet little hands tapping my face.Ā I open my eyes to find the face of Ephraim about 1.5 inches away from my own face, and his little voice saying "Hello."Ā Then there was more rough housing (you'll have that with more boys than girls in the house), and all of a sudden my butt was being used as a drum set by none other than my son.Ā And his dad...what was his dad doing?Ā Laughing.Ā His jolly Santa Claus, belly laugh.Ā
I think I'm going to start a list of things this mom never thought she would be saying to her son(s).Ā And quote number one is:
"Son, don't use Mom's butt as a drum set."
This my life.Ā Welcome to a glimpse into my world.
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