stupendous

by humanmama on April 14, 2011

My babies being happy

Helena has a habit of getting up on the wrong side of the bed every morning. I don’t know where she got it.

Ahem.

Usually she wakes up first (it used to always be Lilly but since she’s begun the 3-month stint of getting up in the middle of the night, she is usually back to sleep by 7-ish when Helena’s been getting up. And unless I work out, I am back in bed too, since woman cannot exist on 5 hours of sleep alone). She comes into my bed and hangs out with me for a few minutes, we both wake up, and usually not too long after we hear Lilly taking off her diaper and screaming “I POOP, MOMMY!”

If Lilly gets up first, I have to race her downstairs so she doesn’t wake Helena up, who doesn’t get enough sleep as it is, since she’s convinced that basketball mascots live in her closet and are coming to get her (seriously, and all from an innocent game of the Harlem Globetrotters). We go downstairs, I get her juice, we turn on the TV to try to get a glimpse of the News since she can’t understand it yet (I don’t watch when Helena’s around–scarier than mascots). And then we hear the telltale sign that Helena is up: there’s an angry growling from the upstairs. She’s just checked my bed, I’m not in it, and she doesn’t like to be the last one up.

This happened the other day, when I was in the middle of changing Lilly, before we rushed downstairs. Helena came out of her room, looked at us, growled, and went back to bed. When I was done changing Lills, I realized there was only one thing to do: if you can’t beat morning people, you must join them (or you can keep beating them, ha ha). So I took Lilly into Helena’s room and we got into her bed. Lilly immediately climbed on top of Helena, laid down on her, full-body, and planted a kiss right on her growling face. Helena laughed, and said, “Lilly, you’re stupendous.” Mommy-warmth and love and mother-earthiness washed over me and that bed, and that room, and those children, and time stopped, and we were all happy with each other, just being in bed in our jammies and together. It was stupendous.

It doesn’t count that the next day she said, “Mom, what does stupendous mean?”

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