cheerios and chores

This morning I woke up on an average day, ready to face all of the challenges ahead. One little small round breakfast cereal made me think.
There are Cheerios all over our house. I'm constantly finding them underfoot whether they be covering the floor around the high chair, a few scattered around in places on the carpet and the solitary oat O in the master bath sitting right next to the toilet. (it doesn't even matter how often I sweep because they manage to be everywhere in a few short moments)

That is where we are at right now. A family with a baby on the brink of becoming a toddler - a baby who loves his cheerios and eats cups of them each day. They stick to the bottom of our feet, the bottom of his legs in the high chair and they get clenched in his sweaty little fists.

Speaking of sweaty little fists...those little fingers that make that fist have learned to wave. It's still real timid and only used a couple of times a day - but it's very cute and appropriately added. The wave was only part of what about him is so cute right now...he's so giggly and silly. He spent time today chasing Sawyer around the house, laughing hysterically while going as fast as his hands and knees would take him.

The less exciting part of the day is the checklist of things I managed to finish. I did 9 loads of laundry, cleaned a toilet, took 2 boys to school, worked in Cam's classroom, carpooled home, loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, scrapbooked 2 layouts, edited a few pictures, took the kids to soccer - and I still need to finish some work for Cam's teacher.

And now, for some pictures of our giggling, cheerio chomping cutie:




{eating a feather from a bright blue feather duster is normal, isn't it?}


{today}