Morning.

Weekday mornings are hectic as I try to get the kids to eat, get dressed and out the door. Usually I have the kids seated at the table while I am trying to cajole them into eating. I am running around the kitchen fixing lunches and trying to snatch a sip of coffee here and there. If I am lucky I may even get part of a cracker or Pop Tart.

This morning was not any different. Ryan was sitting at the table eating yogurt and playing the xylophone. In my mind I thought this was a bad mix, but he was happy and I let it go. Lilly was eating and clapping ecstatically to Ryan's random banging. This continued for two or three minutes before the applesauce bowl was swept away in the excitement and landed upside down on the floor. I have to admit I didn't run immediately to clean this up because Sgt. and Lady were already on the job.

My lack of interest in the mess bothered Ryan because he started yelling, "Mommy, uh-oh. Floor dirty." I respond by telling him, "I know; I'll get it in a second." I was secretly thinking that the dogs were doing a pretty good job. Ryan then started pointing toward the foyer and saying, "Mommy, ack-oom." I didn't understand him at first and he repeated himself two or three times before I understood that he was telling me to get the vacuum. This simple comment made me stop and laugh. It made my day. I guess if you don't have a speech-delayed child then you might not understand how wonderful that moment was for me. He gets it. He gets the big picture. He understands the function of things. And apparently he understands that my job is to clean up messes. :)