'Wish it were Sunday'...

Usually it feels like Sundays are such marathons. Mark and I teach the 15-16 year old Sunday School class, which means we're doing jumping jacks and cartwheels just to keep our five boys' attention through about 3 verses of scripture. But for some reason last Sunday was just completely chill. It started with a sweet morning with the babies. Nomi gets up first. She just whimpers, but I get her right away so that the crying doesn't wake up Porter. So I've just gotten Nomi and am feeding her on my side of the bed, when in comes Porter sleepily over to Mark's side of the bed. He climbs in and starts to snuggle sleep. Porter's snuggling is the cutest. He reaches over his tiny arm until it completely wraps around your neck, which automatically, since his arm is so short, pulls your head right next to his, your noses touching. Then he falls in and out of sleep. So that is what he was doing with daddy for like two minutes before he saw me. He then let his eyes shoot open, take a huge dramatic inhalation before excitingly telling daddy, "Nomi's aWAKE!" (shocker. and yet he says it with new found surprise every morning.) but then he followed it up with "GOOD MORNING NOMI! So CUTE!"
haha. I LOVE him!! Mark and I start giggling, "You're right Porter, She IS so cute!" Still laying down, he pats Mark sweetly, and slightly condescendingly echos with, "Daddy. So Cute." and then with even more sap in his voice, "Porter. So Cute."
Unfortunately I didn't get in on the cute action. luckily I have quite the self esteem.
I'm not sure why, but the whole day seemed to have that kind of slow paced ease to it all. At church, our disruptive Porter is usually narrating events in his whisper/yell voice; "BREAD" "WATER" "PRAYER" "SONG" "NURSURY." Well, this time he quietly sat, until we let him whisper in Naomi's face, which got Naomi giggling for about a minute straight before we begrudgingly separated them. it was adorable, (and totally distracting). Our class felt effective for the first time in weeks, and the
rest of the day we just hung out. Naomi went into the bouncer for the first time, Porter and Mark wrestled, and Porter did the boogie with each bite and gave us "air hugs" throughout dinner. With Mark taking on nap time, and letting me ignore him and read all evening, the day on a whole pretty much rocked.
So Sunday they were my sweethearts, and today they're my minions. I guess that's reason enough to write about the good days.