What a Ride!

I mean the statement in general, but also specifically today. Motherhood is such an adventure! From sunup to sundown, and even beyond, it's one surprise after another. Even though most of my day consists of cleaning up, cleaning up, and more cleaning up, there is never a dull moment. It's like being the custodian on a spaceship -- and sometimes I feel that light headed too!

This morning was of the calmer variety, with Nathan home and able to assist in the "morning chores" (can you call feeding your child a chore?). Soon it progressed to a more typical day. I realized Malachi had hidden our camera's memory card, so at best, we can take 17 pics at once, that seems horrendous till I realize the "old" camera's only held 24 pics, maybe I shouldn't be so distressed. Of the more odd things, he seems to have taken a liking to my nursing pads, and hidden one of those too -- the equivalent of having an odd number of socks, just aggravating.

We did manage a trip to Target today to purchase much needed items, and browse at less needed items such a toys and books, and separate ourselves from those without any tantrums. The only slight outburst was over the gummy vitamins -- Malachi's poor heart couldn't figure out why Mommy wouldn't take those home.

Then the thrifty and fun-loving side of me thought it might be fun to take the "school bus", as Malachi calls it, to church, so we can "be like Daddy" who has taken up riding his bike and bus to work everyday. The ride there was wonderful. Malachi helped put the change into the coin slot on the bus and was very excited to ride on the "school bus". I tried explaining that yellow buses are school buses and blue buses are city buses, but he just kept on insisting that it was a "blue school bus". I finally gave up the fight.

Church was somewhat missed by me, little Violet needed to be fed, and I do believe I missed a good one. I will have to listen online later on perhaps, or get the synopsis when Nathan gets home from work later.

Waiting for the bus on the way home was a mite bit filthy. There were straws and spoons and cups littering the bus stop. Malachi picked up a slurpee straw and had fun with it for a little while. I let it fly, as long as he kept it away from his mouth -- now looking back, what was I thinking!! Hopefully there were no diseases on it. Anyway, we successfully caught the bus home, and Malachi like a pro climbed up into the bus all by himself, and while I was paying for the ride, sauntered on back by himself and picked a seat next to some teenage girls. They had a few piercings, and I think he was mesmerized by them. He was really enjoying himself, showing off his manhood by sitting alone, and holding on tight so that each jostle of the bus wouldn't send him flying to the floor. Then came the part I wasn't prepared for -- getting off the bus. I had Violet in her carseat, and a diaper bag, and a grocery bag -- and as it turned out, a toddler who didn't want to exit the school bus. Hmmm. I dashed out the back of the bus and did what first came to mind -- set Violet and the bags down on the sidewalk, and then rushed to go back in and grab Malachi. I was in the middle of entering the doorway when the doors began to close -- never had that happen before!! Glad they opened again. In a frenzy I scooped the tearful -- tears of anger mind you -- toddler up and hustled off the bus so as not to leave any child behind -- the next stop was 10 miles away -- in Everett!

So, we dealt with a temper tantrum at Comeford Park, that ended quite well I guess you could say. Walked a couple of blocks to where we'd left the car, had another tantrum, and before long were headed home. We got on Sunnyside and Malachi suddenly stops crying and says "I happy now". I thought to myself, yeah, right. But, we got home and the little dude is already asleep in bed, hence the blogging tonight.

It strikes me that before long, I will be sending Malachi on a bus "all by himself". It is really true what they say about growing up too fast. While life is crazy, I love it like crazy. And you know, for a few brief minutes in church today, while Violet was pooping her pants out (audibly I might add, we had a few rows giggling) I was just wondering if our family truly is complete. Only 2 kids? Then I thought again. But, then I thought again. But, then I thought again ... I'm glad we're not in complete control of everything ... just incase ;0)