Precious moments

I always feel bad when people (usually old ladies) approach me and say something about how I should appreciate these precious moments blah, blah, blah. Jake is usually trying to turn the grocery cart into a "race car-t" and Will, who's getting harder and harder to contain, is usually shrieking and trying to wriggle out of the safety belt. I'm almost always annoyed, anxious, and not enjoying the moment at all. And at home? A precious moment is picking the right tv show so they'll both sit still long enough so I can get pasta cooked and bottles washed. But today (day 5) I was trying to get my little sicko down for a nap. It wasn't working. My usual rocking method left him squirming, so I started to decide if I'd just let him be cranky until his afternoon nap or take him for a drive. Then all of a sudden he sat up, clutched my arms with his chubby little hands, and snuggled his head into my chest and fell asleep. I cuddled him for a while and the transferred him to his crib. He looked up, smiled at me with his two big front teeth and rash-covered face, rolled over and went back to sleep. I think, despite him smelling like diarrhea + rash cream + formula, that it was a precious moment.