Mommy=Angel

I have been napping while my boys nap. Wow, is that a treat! That's been the advice given to me many times. I've heard it often, "nap when they do!". But there is so much that factors in to that.

1. K doesn't nap any more.
2. That's my chance to FINALLY get stuff done, with out three needy boys constantly asking for things, needing help, and generally whining and complaining presenting opportunities to turn my love into action.
3. If my house is already clean (Ha!) it is my opportunity to have some alone time with God. And wow have I needed that lately!

Well, I have finally given in to the promptings that I need a time of rest every day. Because the promptings have turned into my body just about screaming at me "IT'S TIME TO PUT YOUR FEET UP LADY". When I think of the amazing miracle going on inside of me right now I am quick to listen. I have had to switch around a few things in my schedule, quiet down a very chattery K, and pretend I can't see all of the dirt on my floor, but the naps have been beyond worth it. Today I was just waking up when I heard four little feet making their way down the stairs. Noe spotted me on the couch and immediately settled in with me to commence the 'cuddle, stretch, wake up' phase of his nap. We whispered to each other about pie, sun shine, and blankets while his sleepy eyes adjusted to non nap time realities. Suddenly those eyes focused in the movie K had been quietly watching. K's pick of the day has been "God Made Christmas". How fun is it that my 6 year old loves watching Christmas movies all year round? Quirky indeed, and I love it! We talked about the shepherds who were on the hillside in the movie. We talked about the big star in the sky and how God sent it so that the wise men could find the baby Jesus. And then an angel descended onto the screen and Noe let out the sweetest little 2 year old gasp "It's mommy!" he said. I smiled, but quickly told him it was an angel. The angel was announcing to the shepherds that Jesus had been born. "No, look! It's mommy!" He sat straight up, all signs of sleepiness having left his body. "Mommy!" He tugged on my shirt and took my face in his hands, turning it so it was facing the tv head on. He was insistent. His finger pointed right to the angel as he repeated it "It's my mommy!" The angel was blond. Although I could fit well into the derogatory blond joke category, I am quite brunette. The puppet angel on the movie looked nothing like Noe's mommy. SO, I am just taking this as an early mother's day gift that Noe thinks I am rather angelic. Because I am good at twisting things around like that. And really, after three days of battling a fever, ear infection, and sinus head aches, I think I can presume a little compliment from my son. :)