I often feel that sometimes it all gets mixed up.
Like, can you really cook a basketball in a crockpot and can you really clean the bathroom floors by pouring buckets of water on the floor one at a time until it seeps into the foyer and it's too late but who really cares because there is already thousands of dollars of water damage accumulated in our house due to a demand of indoor water play throughout the years.
With role-reversal very strong these days, cooking is no longer confined to the woman of the house and basketball is no longer a male-dominat sport, so things kind of even out.
Did you know that back in history, little baby boys wore little pink stretchies for the calming effects of the color?
Even when there is an overwhelming amount of female influence in the family, sometimes the nurture still shines through.
And yet there is something so strong about the little power-packed masculinity that even the strongest princess-wannabes cannot destroy. Ever.
I also do know that if there could be a custom-made paradise for Moshe, he got a small taste of it today.
We were all really happy for him.
Another musing i've been exploring is the intake and outtake of energy and how to channel it and why some children have no "off" buttons...
It seems that no matter how hard we try to tire out our most energized
No matter how rough we play
How far we push them
by 9:45, after a 3-hour beautiful regimented standardized bedtime routine with lots of love and minimal high-volume comments, only ONE child was sleeping (shaina, i will always love you for that!)
My largest challenge remains when i am confined to whatever quiet dark spot I chose to nurse Rivka and attempt to put Moshe to sleep and pray hard and hold my breath as he slips away and wonder what will await me when I get downstairs
And then I further muse about the combination of paprika, cinnamon, onion powder and salt and wonder how they would taste with a dash of cumin,curry and salt and a heaping of oregano and sesame seeds.
(please note that this is post sweeping)
And as the night proceeds i wonder if i should put melatonin in our air ducts and hook an intravenous caffeine pump as i wonder why all the evaluators put the sound "zoom zoom" into their drawings because evidently moshe is really good at imitating that pattern for hours on end - it just stuck- and he is quicker than anything. he "zoom zooms" all over the whole house as he puts the song "zoom zoom gali gali gali" to it and colors with glee.
After too many minutes of helplessness, I take Moshe OUT of the house. We speed down the empty shop-rite aisles and dance to whatever shop rite music is playing. We grab "treats" off the aisles because no shopping trip is complete without them.
You do know and should know that if at 10:46 you are finding shop rite to be a little vacation spot, your day has been long.
We stock up on diapers and glutino snacks which are all a dollar off this week.
Please do notice that when you buy size 6 diapers, the coupon pusher automatically dispenses coupons for pull-ups as a bit of a push.
Moshe loves to place items on the little conveyor.
I wince at my 90 dollar "just going to get diapers" bill.
I smile at the cashier and swear to her that my son had a bath two hours prior and hope she disregards his body-art.
We get home. We settle onto his newly decorated PINk couch now bearing BLUE streaks.
(back to my nature-nurture thing there...)
And as he drifts off into sleep, I kiss those pudgy blue hands which I adore to no end.
I marvel at the peacefulness and stillness.
And I bet you wouldnt believe that all this action happened in a one day - starting from bounce u - and you muse and wonder if it is true and I will tell you that it is and that I love my adventures with my children and even my husband muses why his wife doesnt get laundry done and it's not because I'm blogging (well, maybe tonight it is). The days are full, the to-do lists and demands of playing, cleaning, and making lunches are long but I wouldn't trade that mega endorphine releasing laughter Moshe produces along with the admiration of his younger sister accompanied by 4-year-old female NATURAL drama - I wouldn't trade that for any serenity, neatly folded laundry or pristine walls.