let it be..

Isaiah has two moods: happy and whining - but mostly he's a happy kid. I stumbled upon isaiah playing with his "guys." i asked him what was going on and he said," this bad guy is in jail with his pet dinosaur." we finally bought makayah a pair of silky pajamas so she'd stay out of our drawers. she loves wearing these and will pose for us every time she puts them on. ready for winter! now, here's the top five: 1) we were all hanging out, munching on a bowl of grapes. isaiah took a small cluster and when he was done and the stem bare, he began to fling it to and fro, walking towards the staircase.he poked his head through the banister and flung his empty stem down towards the first floor. sam yelled out, "hey!" isaiah jerked his head around and stood frozen to the spot..."uh, oh." sam continued, "did you just throw the stem downstairs?" isaiah panicked and looked side to side, i'm sure he was trying to find the best escape route, and then he stammered, "no dad, it was a helicopter." sam stood up, "if i check and its not a helicopter..." isaiah threw his arms and legs out making a little x with his body, blocking the entrance to the stairway, "no dad! don't check!" sam stomped closer and closer, isaiah's eyes widening with each step. when he got within two feet of isaiah, isaiah made a run for it! he scurried down the hallway, ran into the safe haven of his room and slammed the door. sam didn't check, for all we know, it very well could've been a helicopter to him...but we did have a good laugh. 2) storytime began as it always does at the provo city library, with a magic genie puppet and a theme for the day. on this particular day, the theme just happened to be stop and go. the "teacher" as isaiah likes to call her, brought out a visual aid - a stop sign. isaiah who had pushed hisway through the chaotic crowd of kids, was of course, front and center - and very much smashed into the "teacher's" personal space. the "teacher held up the stop sign and asked the noisy bunch what the sign was. isaiah jumped up and down and yelled, "its an OCTAGON!" the "teacher", wide-eyed, looked at her assistant and whispered, "wow, what a smart kid!" now, i'd like to take credit for that, but i do not have any recollection of ever talking about octagons...who knows?? the first time i ever heard him speak of octagons was when he was in the kitchen helping me with dinner. he looked down at our chicken-wire patterned linoleum and said, "hey mom, there's octagons on the floor!" i don't know where he gets this stuff. :) 3) i suppose i can't leave out miss sassy pants. so, the sweet before the sour. she has learned to say prayers and it is so fun to hear her try to talk and try to pronounce things. if there is a word she can't say, she'll babble out something incoherent. that reminds me of a video i just took of her. we returned from the grocery store with a carton of yogurt. she loves yogurt and was trying to tell me she wanted some. i asked her what she wanted and it was so intense and growling, "grhugorwt!" it really sounded nothing like yogurt. lol. i'll have to post the video it was hilarious. 4) for some time now, makayah has taken to raiding my closet and makeup drawers. first she'll head toward my shoe rack, grab the pink heels, wrap a silky scarf around her neck, pull her purse up on her shoulders and wobble her way to the front door looking back over her shoulder, "Bye! Bye mom!" 5) But mostly she loves to make messes. we'd just returned from the grocery store and we brought in the groceries. as i left to get the second load of stuff, makayah had managed to open a carton of eggs and began splattering them across the kitchen floor. isaiah ran out to me, "mom! she's making a mess!!" a similar disastrous event involved yogurt. i got one small carton out for each of them, left for a second, and when i came back i found makayah had dumped her yogurt all over the floor and was now lapping it up on her hands and knees like a hungry kitten. all these events popped up into my head when i listened to president monson's talk during general conference. sure, it may not be the most fun to spend the afternoon wiping up slimy raw egg, or slimy yogurt up off the floor. and it does drive me crazy when isaiah gets into one of his whining moods or when makayah screams her lungs out to get our attention. but someday, i won't hear the sound of little boy's play-fighting noises, or new words being uttered and practiced. i know i will miss hearing their feet thud down the hallway, miss holding their little bodies during storytime, miss their tiny hands wrapped around my pinky. already, the evidence of isaiah's tall and heavy body is bittersweet, but its comforting that he still likes to snuggle. :) so, i cherish the moment, as president monson so wisely instructed, lucky for me, they are still so little. :) so bring on the dirty laundry, the sticky floors, and the smelly diapers, because a mommy is what i was meant to be.