Come On, Vogue

I love this mommy gig. Sometimes their crying and emotional swings are trying, but the rewards are worth every bit of challenge. Yesterday, little 8-month-old Vivian tried to copy me as I sang Edelweiss to her as I diapered her darling bottom. She raised and lowered her voice and made beautiful baby noises. I was in love. Today on our way home from school Madonna's Vogue played on the radio. I told Evelyn that my squad did a dance to the song in high school, and I showed her some moves. This was a sensational morning as far as Kansas weather is concerned, which always boosts my mood. I turned up the volume, sang my heart out, threw in Vogue moves (you remember, you frame your face with your hands), and laughed as Henry and Evelyn stared at me totally spellbound and motionless. They clearly did not know what to think of Mommy's re-enactment. I, however, felt joy in my heart. Music is so powerful. I may not know one bit about the latest musicians, but I know every word to my kids' Vacation Bible Camp CD. The messages in it are beautiful for my children to hear. God loves us. That's a much better message than Rock Star with a great beat, but terrible words..."The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap. We'll all stay skinny, cause we just won't eat." I had to turn that one off with my three young ones in my vehicle.

Henry just came to me with a very small tennis shoe which goes to his sister's cheerleader Build A Bear (a gift from Grandpa Overlease). "Put this on me," he said. He has on his cousin's old Spiderman PJ top with matching slippers. The slippers have a huge stuffed Spiderman head on the top of each foot, and Henry LOVES them. He wants to take them to playgroup this morning to show his boy buds. He calls the super hero, "Pider MAN!" Henry also calls apple cider "apple pider". He's such an easy little guy to love. He has still been telling me that I'm so pretty. I'm a lucky mama to hear such words from a 2-year-old, a boy no less.