Mommy moment Monday

My mommy moment this week, well, moments this week are revolving around sleep. The first one is Dallas. I ALWAYS go in and re-tuck my kiddos in before I go to bed. And last night I just had to go grab my camera and take a picture of Dallas. Todd and I had just been talking about how grown up he's getting. He's getting so tall, and he's just seeming so much more mature. And then I walked into his room last night and was brought back to him being a bitty little guy. When I was pregnant with Gabe we were shopping at the Disney store. And Dallas fell in love with this pooh bear "blanket". So we got him one, and its been his constant companion ever since. Its seen its share of puke, and tears, surgery's and sleepless nights. Pooh has had many new "shirts" put on, and always had his "tail" replaced as it was originally. (the shirt is the yellow part in the picture below. The "tail" as Dallas calls it is the soft satin trim at the bottom of the shirt that always has to be replaced) And as one would expect, as Dallas ages pooh becomes less and less of an important item in his life. Pooh always resides in his bed, but it is hit or miss if he needs him for sleeping any more. It is no longer like it once was, where if Pooh wasn't there, Dallas didn't sleep. But last night. . .last night I walked in and saw my baby, my baby all snuggled up with his beloved pooh bear and it took me back. How could I not take a picture of that? Sleeping soundly with his pooh bear whispering secrets of times past and adventures shared into his ear and blessing him with good dreams.


My other moment comes from last night again. . .or should I say early this morning? It was 1:30, so I guess it would be early this morning. Either way, there was a tiny voice at the gate on my door. (the gate is there for the dogs, not the kids!) It was a small voice that didn't have to get above a whisper, and I was awake. This tiny voice was telling me that "an accident had happened." And I knew just who it was. Kendyl has been potty trained for quite some time now. But we've always gone with pampers pull ups at night time, because in my experience there is no greater let down for a kiddo than being proud to be trained but still pee the bed. Well, she's been so consistantly dry that I've been letting her go to bed in her big girl undies. But last night the accident happened. I got up immediately after hearing her little voice. And she'd obviously already been up for a few minutes. She had all her wet clothes off, she'd emptied her bed of wet things, and she was just looking for assistance changing the sheets on her bed. Luckily just a little bit of reassurance was all it took to let her know that it wasn't her fault, and that she was ok. We got her bed made back up, warm jammies back on, and tucked back in. And I headed back to bed with a smile on my face. I love having a little girl. They're so different than little boys. Had that been one of the boys, they would have layed there crying and expected me to do all the changing, cleaning, I mean EVERYTHING. They would have played it off as too tired to do anything themselves. And here my little girl was. Taking care of it all on her own. Now, I don't expect her to. But the fact was she just wanted it done so she could get back to sleep!!! What a sweet sweet little girl.