More Attention Please!!!!

I was just looking over our little family blog and realizing how utterly boring I've been over the past few weeks to write nothing! I am so sorry to the few who like to look regularly and comment (which lets me know people actually do read this).  But soon after my last entry, my son started acting horrendous... and this is entirely out of character for my sweet boy. So after about two days of this insanity, reading numerous child rearing books, being head-butted by my child, and a whole lot of complaining to Martha~it finally dawned on me what 'alien' had taken over my child. The common child 'alien' of "More Attention Please!!!"

 I have been sick for almost 5 months and have not exactly been altogether with it in regards to my usual duties and joys of caring for my son and home. So I decided that I needed to put some unnecessary things aside and play with my son. And that is exactly what I did, and within 24 hours my loving and affectionate son returned and life was good again. We played on the floor with his toys, danced and stomped around the apartment, blew so many bubbles that his carpet was soaking wet and went to the park. 

Any one that knows me knows that I am not so much a neat freak and that on any given day my house is most likely to be strewn with a million different toys and other various items my son has pulled from some remote place in our apartment. I struggle with the balance of homemaker and mommy. Perhaps the best advice I have ever gotten was from my Granny Bea who told me that this was not the time to be overly stressed about my home looking exactly the way I want, that soon my children would be grown and no longer wanting toys and other such toddler things. She was so right! The time has already gone by so fast and Aslan will be two in 3.5 months :( So here I've been for the past few weeks, relishing in my sons toddlerhood and having a blast stomping and dancing and blowing bubbles.  

I'm thankful he is grouchy when left to himself for too long because I fear I might have carried on and missed such fun times that will no doubt creep back into consciousness in the most inopportune times... like when he learns to drive a car, graduates or gets married. He just steals my heart and usually, even when he's grouchy, slays me with his precious face. I hope he can always say that while his mom may not have been the very best housekeeper, that he never had any doubt that I was crazy about him and would drop just about anything to blow bubbles and dance around. So I will continue to strive for a balance in housekeeping :( and mommyhood, but I hope I never get too busy to remember that one day my precious little boy won't be blowing bubbles anymore and may very well be going places I can't follow. One day my little dancer-singer will hopefully be a mighty warrior for the cause of Christ, so can you blame me for choosing the bubbles over the dishes?