05 November 2007

May All Your Dreams Come True

Just like mine did this morning.

On an average day my children rise after the sun - what would have been around seven o'clock, but since daylight savings time kicked in, is more like six. Usually I dread the transitioning process that must follow, trying to get them to sleep just a little bit later, so I can sleep just a little bit later.

But today one of my oldest and dearest dreams came to pass, right outside my bedroom door, at six fifteen this morning, in the kitchen.

I heard the girls come down, chattering about how today is a school day for Matilda, but not for Freya, and about things that are made of bread (bread, bagels, english muffins), and then the conversation went like this:
Matilda: Do you want cherrios for breakfast?

Freya: Yeah. Do you want me to get the milk?

Matilda: I just have to get the bowls first. You get the spoons.
Chairs scrape across the floor, the refrigerator door opens. Then quiet.
Freya: I got the milk! It's not too heavy!

Matilda: Good job, Freya. But there's not so much in there. I'll get the new milk.
At this point I'm pretty sure I will have to get up to clean milk off the floor. Matilda's good, but opening and then pouring a full half gallon of milk? Questionable.
Freya: I want to pour the milk, Matilda.

Matilda: You have to let me do it.
Freya does not argue with this.
Freya: My friend Maggie goes to my school.

Matilda: You have a friend named Maggie?

Freya: Yeah, she goes to my school.

Matilda: That's nice, Freya
Silence set in as they ate their Cheerios with milk for breakfast. There weren't even any spills. They even ate all of the food that they poured for themselves, in bowls the size of their heads.

And I didn't even have to get up until almost seven o'clock. And then? All I had to do was make coffee and get Matilda's lunch, I didn't even have to make them breakfast, and we all know how taxing it can be to pour Cheerios and milk first thing in the morning.

Here's hoping the rest of the day goes just as smoothly - for all of us.

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If you haven't already, be sure to check out my dad's comment on yesterday's Soap Opera Sunday - he corrects a few mistakes and describes his delightful drive across Ireland while imagining his only daughter's body hacked into pieces and left in a ditch somewhere.


Maureen said...

Hah! That is great... but remember they grow up fast and it won't be long before you'll be pining for the days when you had to pour the milk. Glad to hear there were no spills; what a great scene that must have been!

Jen said...

No, I refuse to believe that anyone's morning ever goes this smoothly. This is like some kind of made up fantasyland thing. Right? Please?

Annika said...

Do you mean to tell me that mornings won't always consist of Sam yelling at me and demanding breakfast RIGHT NOW?

Thalia's Child said...

I had a beautiful morning too - Beaker took care of Punkin until I staggered out of bed and found that she was back in bed for her nap!

Your poor Dad. What a fiasco!

Mamma said...

Isn't it divine???!!!


Carrie said...

It's such a milestone when kids can finally get their own breakfast! Ain't life great!?

Cathy said...

You've just described one of my recurring fantasies.

Only it unfolds on a Saturday and I sleep until 10 a.m.

Kellan said...

Nell - this was the cutest story!! I just loved their sweet little conversation (and I love your kids' names) and I know how happy you felt having them do this all on their own!!! This was a big day. Here's to hoping lots more of the same to come. See ya.

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Veronica said...

That must of been luxurious.

Jennifer aka Binky Bitch said...

Can you see me sticking my tongue out at you? I was up at 5:30. Hmph.

Heather, Queen of Shake-Shake said...

I am jealous. Shut up. You perfect mother with perfect children. hahahahaha!

andi said...

Sweet fancy Moses! I envy you your breakfast making children.

lynnae @ being frugal said...

That's so sweet! I treasure moments like those!

thordora said...

That is so sweet. Mine are pretty good until my youngest starts poking the lion. As usual.

Blue Momma said...

I was already jealous because you live in my favorite state. Then you post this.

Are you trying to torment me? Quit rubbing it in that you have it all!!

~whimper~ ~sniff~ Would you please share your secrets because I really want to sleep until 7am, too!