It's Monday...

This is the day that I dread, all week long.  Even sometimes on Thursdays I think... Monday will be here before we know it.  

We started this Monday off with a HUGE ice storm.  It has delayed or closed a lot of schools, delayed or cancelled a lot of flights and is just plain nasty, but it didn't delay, close or cancel my day.  Business as usual for this working girl.  I don't mind, but I would rather have one more morning of cuddles, one more day of hiding under blankets, one more day of watching movies... I say this now, but wait two weeks, when I am on winter break... I will be praying to go back to work.  13 days off, the natives will be restless.  I am working on a field trip of sorts and some coloring/new toy playing/all out kinds of fun! 

I really want to take the littles to an aquarium, we always do the zoo... but this year time got away from us. We never got the chance to get there.  I think life really did just get in the way this summer, and with the hubs working a lot of weekeends, we had weddings, engagements, birthdays...day trips just got lost in the shuffle.  I want the littles to experience the same thing the big got to.  So I guess I am going to have to differentiate between the babes in my house:

Big: he is my baby, my oldest, the one that I say "If I knew all babies would be like him... I'd have 10 more", but I am paying for it now.  Teenage angst, the silent treatment, eye-rolling, 'the face', and the sighing have all replaced the loveliness of my angelic child. Now we are dealing with almost grown-up issues.  Now we are dealing with video games, not listening, not wanting to hang out with mommy, not wanting to do anything with family, not wanting to stay on any sort of schedule whatsoever. I love him so much, I love the person he is, he has a HUGE heart and he shows it.  He is a hard worker, he is a giver, he is an awesome big, but he is a teenager and sometimes that outweighs all his goods.

Middle Little: I say little because there is a 9 year difference between Big and Middle Little.   I can do no wrong in his eyes and if I make him too mad that he won't talk to me... he can still be bribed with simple things like a donut.  He is my sweet, innocent, darling boy.  He loves to cuddle, hug, kiss, have me pick him up, spin him around and tell him stories about the time he 'lived in my belly'... He's funny and so smart, but he is relentless, he wants what he wants and he wants it now!  He will start school soon and I will be so very sad to let him go.

Little Girl:  She's the one... She is the one that keeps me up at night, keeps me completely on my toes. If there is something for her to get into, don't worry, she's already been there. She's chubby and she's fierce, she's a troublemaker but I can see she loves to the end of the earth. She's cuddly, but turn around and she'll punch you in the arm for only God knows what. 
Middle Little and Little Girl are the best of friends, but they fight like there is no tomorrow.

So those are the littles... it's quite a bunch, but I wouldn't trade anything for any of them. I know that in the blink of an eye, they will be out of the house and off living their own lives and I just want them to know how much I love them.