Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Saturday Morning

Baby R whimpers. It turns into wailing, then whining: "Maamaaaa!" 

I sigh. Pat my hand on the bedside table covered in books, a lamp and an alarm clock until I feel my glasses. I put them on and look at the clock. Six-thirty am. 

DH is lying to my right, snoring adorably. 

I swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit for a moment, trying to shake the cobwebs from my sleep-deprived mind and do the math. Between Baby R teething, and S having nightmares, I got about 4 hours of sleep even though I went to bed 8 hours ago.

I stand up and shuffle the few feet to the pocket doors between our beige master bedroom and the green and white nursery with pink floral accents. The ambient light from our room spotlights Baby R standing in her crib. She opens her mouth in a wide, six-toothed smile and bounces, reaching for me. 

"Good morning, Sweet Pea." I lift her up, her pudgy, toddler arms wrapping around my neck, tightening, then releasing in a baby hug. I snuggle her close, breathing in her scent.

She chatters at me, a few words forming amid the sounds. 

"Shh, let's try not to wake Sissy," I say as we go out the door to the hall and down the stairs. We glance out the full-length, narrow window next to the front door. The inviting morning sun highlighting the naked tree branches is deceiving; it's below freezing even though Punxsutawney Phil said winter would be over by now. 

We turn away from the window and head down the hall to the kitchen. I let Baby R struggle to flip the light, then place her in her booster chair. I turn back to the double-door pantry and reach for the Cheerios. I sprinkle some on her blue tray, then walk to the magnetic-letter adorned refrigerator for her Jayhawk sippy cup of milk. 

Once she's occupied, I get out a skillet, start a pot of coffee for DH, and get eggs, butter and bacon out of the fridge. 

Little feet pad their way into the kitchen, and a strawberry-blonde preschooler appears, rubbing her eyes, naked except for her Pull-Up. 

"Good morning, Sunshine."

S's lithe body curls up on her chair next to her baby sister's. "Mama, I'm cold," she says as she does most mornings. 

"Well, it's no wonder since you're nakeypants," I reply, bringing her a green, microfiber throw from the couch to wrap up in.

"Can I have hot chocolate? Pleeeaaasse?"

"Yes, I'll make you some. What would you like for breakfast?"
She sees the food on the counter by the stove. "Can we make Daddy breakfast in bed?" she asks, excitedly. 

I smile, "That's the plan."

"Can I help?" 

"Sure. Bring your stool over here." I help her crack eggs into a bowl and hand her a whisk while I start the bacon.

We finish cooking, and I load up the serving tray before getting Baby R down from her chair. S races to the stairs and Baby R toddles after her. I smile as I hear S screaming, "Daddy! Daddy! Wake up! We brought you breakfast!"

Baby R reaches the top of the stairs and screeches on her way down the hall so as not to be left out. I walk in and place the tray on the queen-size bed, arranging the food and the kids to minimize the mess, and look at my beautiful family. I sit down to join them and can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be. 

Imagine you are meeting someone for the first time. You want to tell them about yourself.

Instead of reciting a laundry list of what you do or where you're from, please give us a scene from your life that best illustrates your true self.

This is an exercise in showing, not telling. You need to show us why this particular moment defines you, or why you want someone to know this truth about you. Be descriptive without bogging us down in extraneous details.

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Carrie said...

That sounds like a morning form my past...except for making my husband breakfast in bed. He can make his own breakfast ;P

Visiting from RDC

Grace @ Arms Wide Open said...

adorable image of pure happiness!

Jennifer said...

I loved how present this was. How every line felt quietly alive. I especially loved the girls screaming down the hallway with their excitement to wake up dad, I mean who needs an alarm?

Elena @NaynaDub said...

Such a perfect morning!

Not Just Another Jennifer said...

Thanks everyone!

HonestConvoGal said...

1st, I'm amazed that your DH snores adorably. Mine snores unadorably. Second, I can completely see you and the lovely life you've built in this memory. I can even smell your daughter. Great piece.

Miranda said...

you were reciting my morning until you got to "snoring adorably"!

There is nothing adorable about the way my husband snores.

Your morning is so idyllic and mine is so chaotic!

Good job bringing a little peace to the post!

tracy said...

So, so beautiful. I hope you get breakfast in bed next weekend. Love this so much.

Pamela Hutchins said...

Hold on to these memories for when they are big and you can't wake them up until noon :)
Beautifully, done.

Jessica said...

You painted the picture of a perfect morning. This is a beautiful piece to have created so that you can always look back on it and remember such amazing mornings of togetherness. Love this.

Elaine A. said...

What a warm and cozy, lovely morning. Thanks or sharing it with us. :-)

Not Just Another Jennifer said...

Thanks, everyone! To be fair, it's not always adorable snoring. Like in the middle of the night when it's big, loud and snorty. But in the morning, it's often faint, whispered. Stinkin' adorable.

logyexpress.com said...

So funny that people are focused on the snoring...I was thinking that only my dog can snore adorably. For some reason his snoring is cute while my husband's is just annoying. I really loved this description of a morning with your family.

Annie said...

Love this beautiful picture you painted! That is my morning too - but add a 2.5 month old baby and there ya go. No wonder I sleep in as long as possible.

And the nakeypants? totally my 3 yr old daughter! Cracks me up!!

You have such a wonderful life, full of love.

Keda said...

how lovely.
how perfect.

Lori @ In Pursuit of Martha Points said...

What?? Naked PANTS?

I never knew of such a thing. ;)

amygrew said...

This is such a sweet image! What a wonderful memory to have. I love how your daughter comes out in her pull up every morning for some Hot Chocolate. She will be a coffee drinker for sure :)

Denelle @CaitsConcepts said...

Aww, this post is so sweet! I think if there was any attempt at a breakfast in bed in this house, it would quite literally be in the bed. haha

Mandyland said...

Isn't "snoring adorably" an oxymoron? :)

Loved this post and how you brought us into the moment. I could see the whole scene playing like a small movie in my head.

Great job!

Not Just Another Jennifer said...

Thank you all for the sweet comments! Though not every Saturday is this sweet, it happens often enough to be legit and not a fluke. I'm very blessed!

KLZ said...

That sounds perfectly lovely. Except that it's so early. Why is morning always so early?

Megan (Best of Fates) said...

A beautiful morning. And I am definitely going to start using the word nakeypants!

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