It was naptime. Well, pseudo-naptime.
I still call it “naptime” even though these days Carissa is usually the only one actually sleeping.
I had taken the girls potty, gotten them into bed, put on their CD, turned out the light and walked down to the boys room to repeat the process.
As I opened the door, I saw both boys on their hands and knees with play tools. Micah was wearing safety glasses and using a saw on his train tracks.
David was next to him, using the drill. He looked up and held up his drill to show me.
“We’re building a dam!” Micah beamed, lifting his safety glasses. It warms my heart, seeing them play together so well when David is only 13 months. They are such good buddies!
I changed David’s diaper and sat down in the glider to nurse him. I told Micah to get in bed and pull the covers over him–sometimes he just wants to “rest” on top of his quilt, instead of actually snuggling in to sleep.
“I’m going to slither down into my chrysalis,” he narrated, giggling. And he did. The quilt shivered on top of him as he slithered. And then, for about 5 seconds, all was quiet as I rocked David.
Suddenly the quilt began to shake and Micah re-appeared on his pillow. He stood on his bed, doing what looked like the chicken dance with his arms.
“NOW!” he exclaimed. “I’m a lah-low butterfly!”
His butterfly impression was priceless. He had me laughing so hard, which got David laughing. He loves to laugh so we all three were laughing. And I just thought, In the midst of all the crazy memories, I hope I remember naptime this way!