Thank Goodness for Babies

2year old and 4 year old on the counter helping make breakfast
2 year old is poopy
It's a bad one. Poop flies out when I take off his pants. It has already run down his legs. It hits my arm and the clean jeans I just put on.
4 year old yells from the counter that there's poop on the kitchen counter, too.
6 year old walks down the hall and tells me he peed his bed.
That makes 5 loads of laundry for the day instead of 4, I guess.

All before 7 a.m.

I take a 2 minute break an hour later to check if that email I'm waiting for has arrived.
Newborn baby is in the MOBY.
I look down at his sweet face. His eyes are closed, his mouth is open. He is totally relaxed. And then he smiles one of those happy dreams smiles.

My heart rate slows. I breathe more deeply.
It's going to be just fine.
What is it about babies that slows us down?
That helps us remember the eternal scheme of things?
The long-term perspective that makes us stop and enjoy the moment?

I don't know, but I'm thankful for babies:-)

Oh-gotta go. 4 year old has hopelessly tangled a comb in her hair.:-)

Livin' the Dream!