Nothing and Something.

Today was nothing. But, man was it something. It was just a plain 'ole Saturday. We woke up (with Regan in between us)  to Tyler yelling for his "Moooooooommmmmmyyyy!!!" from his crib. I went upstairs and was greeted by my happy boy. I got him dressed. As I was finishing, Regan came on upstairs as well, so I got her set to go as well. We took our time. Brushing hair with slow strokes, reading a book in between each ponytail. It was easy. It was careless and careful at the same time. We had nothing to do and nowhere to be really. But, I dressed my babies with care. I put bows in Regan's hair and didn't rush. I gave my babies the cereal they picked out at Target the night before. Honey Bunches of Oats with Strawberries. They ate, watched cartoons,drank their OJ, and did their usual adorable morning routine. Soon after, we ventured over to Walmart to get a few last minute supplies for Tyler's birthday party next weekend, and then our big boy got his hair cut. He sat as still as could be the entire haircut and did not so much as bat an eyelash. I was such a proud mother considering the kid next to him was acting like he was just minutes before released from an insane asylum. Our next stop was Mimi's house to set up some party decorations (us) and beg for candy (kids). We both got our jobs done well! :) My in laws basement looks AWESOME and is all set up for my big buddy's 2nd birthday party. As the day turned to night after eggs for lunch, naps,  mundane chores, and dinner, I noticed that it was something. Something about today was right. It was good and showed love and just worked. It's the kind of day you imagine you will have when you think about a family before you have one. It was nothing, but really, it was something. After I took a long bubble bath with my babies, Regan "read" her baby brother a book. Then, at "jammie time" she picked out turquoise shorts, a turquoise t-shirt, and turquoise socks. With a turquoise bow. I tried to explain the term "overkill" to her. Right over her head, I tell ya. She looked at me like I was crazy and said, "But Mama, it all matches so beautifully." As I type, Regan is fast asleep (head to toe in aqua), and Tyler is upstairs hosting a rave in his crib. Really. You didn't get your e-vite? He is going through a stage right now where we put him to bed at a reasonable bedtime, and then for the next TWO HOURS straight parties his a$$ off. No crying. Just playing with Buzz and his doggy and his pillow pet and his didi (paci). Last night, Mike and I were sitting downstairs minding our own business around 10:30pm and out of the blue Tyler yells, "Yeeee-Hawww!" Then, belly laughs. That kid is the bomb.

So, as the night settles and the day is remembered, this one will go down as the Saturday that nothing was seen as something. Man, if that's not cool, I don't know what is.

Carry on, friends.