Stop the clock!

When did my boys grown up! Lately I have stepped back from the chaos of the everyday life and really took time to listen to my boys.  Although they both amaze me everyday with new words and experiences which I love to watch them explore and grow; I also can't help but have this feeling wishing I could stop the clock sometimes too.  Right now in the midst of a CraZY typical evening in our house, I got home today at 3:50 and had 15minutes to empty my lunch bag and Sports then pack his "snack" for religion while he did his homework. We left and went to Religion class which he had to be there by 4:45... DO NOT be late. Been there done that, yikes!  Anyways, in the crazy rushed evening I took some time to chat with Sport on the ride to religion and also on the way home. No radio, no phone, just me and him.  Well my little GQ apparently has a "crush" on someone in the class as he not only put on a very cute outfit just for class but also spiked up his hair and grabbed his cologne (sigh).  As we walked into the church he got all shy and said I couldn't hold his hand because I was "embarrassing him"  (crushed). I kept the mood light and threatened to pinch his butt and give big kissed.  However inside I was bursting into tears right then... what?!?! Me embarrassing?!?! We then got into church and he asked me to stay and sit by him until some more classmates came in. I couldn't help but compare myself to each mom that walked in... look at her she is in PJs, look at that one her 6th grader gave her a kiss (ok but he was major dork)...as I sat with a smile he had no clue I was actually really sad by just a few simple words he had said.  He went to class and I went to drowned my sorrows in a glass of wine over at my parents. Now on the way home from Religion just me and him again we had a great and silly drive dancing it up (like normal) but once again in my head I was thinking (see I'm not embarrassing I'm the cool Mom).  We got home and Stinker was ready to play and Jay was on his way out the door to travel.  Its' now almost 7pm and I still had to feed Sport dinner, clean up, pack lunches, and of course fit in a little me time with the boys.  Like always I make time and get it done. As I'm laying on the couch with my little Stinker he starts rubbing my head and signing his "Night Night Song."  What?!?! That's my job I'm the mom.  Ahhhhhhhh the boys were killing me and didn't even know it.  Now its time for teeth, potty and bed. Although I don't think he is really there yet we have started to take baby steps to potty training.... yup you involve an M&M and he is in. Singing out little "pee pee in the potty" he mastered it this is our 3rd night in a row.  Ecstatic and ready to say Good-Bye to diapers, yet again I just wanted to shout STOP THE CLOCK!