Just "read" (skimmed, since I have two boys under four) a mothering blog about enjoying the small things and keeping your cool, and look over to find my ten month old paging through a board book on the floor and the three year old quietly having a goldfish snack on the balcony. My heart fills as I enjoy the peaceful moment. Then the big one sees me looking and starts yelling for more orange juice, and the little one takes off for my computer cord. Sigh. I had a moment.