Morning

As I sit here perusing Facebook and Pinterest, and now writing in my blog, I take a deep breath and relish in the scene next to me. My darling daughter at the table, wearing her pearls, feet swinging back and forth happily as she sits at the table eating her cereal, not a care in the world except her cereal, her pink bowl and her pink spoon. My handsome son in his cradle swing, batting carelessly at the mobile above his head as the swing emits it's calming music to help lull babies to sleep. The sound of the washing machine as it washes the pee covered bath mat...

Oh, you noticed that the bath mat was pee covered, did you? Well, let's just say that the rest of the morning wasn't quite as peaceful as the scene that is here now. It all started when I was feeding Blake his bottle and Sophie was pestering me, so I told her to go up and watch a show on my TV until I was done feeding the baby. Bad choice. After I was done feeding the baby I thought "Hey, since Sophie is being good and watching a show and the baby is fed and happy, maybe I'll get some cleaning done!" After doing the dishes, organizing my bottles and sippie cups, rearranging my dish cabinet, and cleaning up the table and countertops I called up to Sophie to see if she was hungry yet since she still hadn't eaten breakfast yet. She came running to the stairs and descended in her typical princess fashion - pearls on, arms out dramatically, walking on her toes, chin held high - only this time she proclaimed proudly "Mommy, see my pink lips! Pretty princess!" Sure enough, she had put on my pink lip gloss. It's the one I usually let her wear when she's attacking my makeup bag, so that didn't bother me. What caught my eye was the charcoal gray and the blue eyeliner streaks on her face and the splotches of alabaster foundation on her white nightgown. (Yes, I am that pale...) At first I was thinking "Oh crap, I need to get upstairs now!", but then I decided that she was already down away from ground zero, so I might as well get her some food and then worry about it. What was done was done, right? Well then she went to climb on a chair and I see a little bare bum pointing at me! "Sophia," I ask, "Where is your Pull-Up?" to which she says "I need go pee potty!" and starts to run upstairs. That's when I saw the carnage. My makeup bag contents were spilled over the floor, with the mascara, foundation, cuticle oil, lip gloss opened, eyeliner lines are drawn on the floor, makeup brushes are on the floor, and my hair smoother goopy stuff is opened. Then, I see that she has also attacked the drawers, and her toothpaste as well as mine are opened, toothbrushes are not in their places anymore, and a few other things are strewn around the counter top. As if that weren't enough, I notice a large wet spot on the floor next to the bath mat. I'm thinking "Oh great, my cuticle oil leaked everywhere!" because it had been tipped on it's side near the puddle. So I say to Sophie "What is this?" and just as I'm dipping my fingers in it to see if it's the oil, she declares that she peed.
"Wait, what? This is pee?"
"Yeah! I peed da floor!"
"You peed on the floor?!"
"Yeah!"
"Soph...why...the toilet...you...ew!"
"I go pee potty, okay?" She runs into the potty closet and goes pee.

And that was what happened before this calm, serene moment that I'm enjoying now. (Sigh) Being a mom is fun, and even though that was a lot, she was so proud of herself for going pee on the potty that I couldn't stay mad. Love my kids, and love being a mom, and love my life. :)