mommy moment: THE BOWL

After a particularly stressful/tiring day and night, I've decided to focus on the funny moments that make up a mother's life. So, whenever you see a "mommy moment" post on my blog you'll know I've needed a little redirection in my thinking!

The Bowl

Carson is less than two weeks old and I am enjoying a rare, quiet moment bonding with my newborn son. As I nurse him on the couch, Macie sits cuddled next to us. She has a slight fever and I can tell she isn't feeling very well. Addie, as usual, runs wildly.

After several, nearly blissful, moments, Macie starts throwing up. Mommy reflexes kick in (you know, the kind that wipe snot without a thought, that clean dirty fingers with your tongue when the wipes aren't handy). My hands shoot out, gladly catching the putrid interloper, just to save myself the trouble from cleaning the couch later.

"Addie, please run into the kitchen and get me a bowl!"

"Where, Mom?"

"The bowls on the bottom shelf, the ones you and Macie always pull out and play with on the floor!"

With the aggravating innocence that only three-year-olds posses, she calls out, "Which ones, Mom? Where?"

While still holding the puke, still nursing, still laughing to myself that I'm even in this position and think I can handle three children, I continue to holler, "A bowl! A bowl! ANY BOWL YOU CAN FIND!"

All I hear is a bunch of rustling kitchen-type noises. Rattling metal pans, dropped utensils, the blender flung on the ground. And then, ah, triumph! "Mom, I got it! I'm coming, Mom!" Addie runs around the counter, dodges the love seat, and finally hands me my salvation...

...the colander.