Goblin Oatmeal

Sometimes the kids wake up late...it's a treat frankly when they sleep in an extra hour after their typical rooster call. In my house sleeping in is 8am for the two oldest. If this is the case, I have finished my breakfast and moved on to emails and conference calls.

If the business of the morning is emails or reviewing documents I would rather spend it with the kids than in the office. After all, that is what spell check and grammar check is for [those who can't spell correctly and those who are trying to write while interacting with two silly preschoolers.]

Recently, in order to get him to eat his oatmeal, if gone to extraordinary measures, coloring the stuff with blue dye. He calls it Goblin Oatmeal and I laugh and think to myself...'whatever it takes to get this little goblin to eat his breakfast.'

It is not easy conversing with a six year old who is asking questions regrading an NPR story they just overhead, parrying a goopy hand from a three year old trying to touch the tiny blue laptop mouse that resides in the middle of the keyboard all the while attempting to respond promptly to a highly critical customer issue...without sounding like a man doing just those things.

It's in these moments I somehow am able to smile and think [although it's merely a shadow]; I love this moment. Not these moments, but definitely this one.