My Cup Runs Over...

Something biblical is happening in my house. I can hardly believe it.

You see, I have no clothes in my closet that I like to wear. Jamie has no clothes in his closet that he likes to wear. Yet, my hamper seems always to have copious outfits waiting to be laundered. You would almost think it was a miracle.

However, though my cup may be filled to the brim with odd socks and ill fitting pants, there's something else exciting going on around here.

You wouldn't even believe it.

Every afternoon, tiny Bridget makes her way into the kitchen and demands the cupboard doors bring forth the 'cheerdios' hiding within. I always give her a baby sized container of her favourite whole grain snack. She makes her way to the living room with the container, sits in her baby sized chair, at her baby sized table and quietly eats her snack.

Of course, she never gets the whole way through, which is where the miracle occurs.

When she loses interest in the 'cheerdios' she dumps them on the table. There are only about 25 of them in the container, when I put them in there in the beginning. But somehow, when they get dumped out of the container and onto the table, there are 25 in there, no matter how many she has already eaten.

But really, God smiles upon me.

By the time she has taken her chubby little arm and slide it at 100km/hr across the table, 150 'cheerdios' rain down, all across my living room. They roll under the couch, land on the TV stand, and cover the floor like a blanket of whole grain snow.

Yesterday, I tried giving her a pile of loonies to see if she could multiply them as fast. It didn't work. So instead, I have decided to be grateful for the good fortune I do have. Though I probably will never eat the cereal off the floor, I am very glad I can vacuum them up. And if I do have to have a biblical miracle all over my living room on a daily basis, I am just glad it's cereal and not loaves and fishes.