The strangest and most wonderful thing just happened to me. My 7-year-old came up to me and asked me to kiss his toe. Now, naturally, I assumed he was just trying to be funny and gross by shoving his dirty toes in my face (he has been known to torture his sister this way). But, he was totally serious. He stubbed it earlier today and it was still hurting a little so he “just figured that it couldn’t hurt to get a kiss on there” just in case it could help it feel better.
Under no circumstances am I a fan of kissing dirty toes, but in this instance, I had to make an exception. I got a teeny-tiny glimpse of my baby boy still there in that 7-year-old body and it made my day so I puckered up and let that toe get some mama love. He thanked me and went along his merry way; I went to discreetly brush my teeth and say a little prayer of thanks for the reminder that he still needs me and will always be my baby, even as he seems to quickly outgrow me.
I have never been so happy to kiss a toe.
Well, I said I would try to do this with Big Trouble too, but it didn’t turn out quite as well as I had hoped as he is 2 and could care less what I want. So, instead of trying to get him to answer my questions, here’s a few of his random thoughts and conversations as they occurred over the last few weeks (with my thoughts added in).
- The Princess, after smacking Big Trouble in the face with a beach ball: Are you ok, sweetie? (notice she gets all big sistery AFTER hitting him on purpose); Big Trouble: I am better than ok! (This is his new way of answering questions. I have also asked him if he is pooping in his diaper and he responds with “I am better than pooping”. I have a little optimist on my hands….and a big poop machine who often tells me that he is a “grossy, stinky butt and dat’s funny“. No. No, it isn’t).
- Upon watching his big brother and sister go into a different room so they won’t be bothered by him, he runs after them, bangs on the closed door screaming, “Help! Let me in guys! Hey, guys. Open the door.“ (as though it was a mistake that he was shut out – poor little brother)
- A conversation with me: “Do you think you would like to pick blueberries with mommy?”; Big Trouble: “I love pooberries!” (um, ew – he has also called them boogerberries, so fun!).
- As I was leaning over to pick up a basket of laundry, I feel a tiny hand on my butt and I hear a little voice say, “Shake your booty. Haha. Dat’s funny.” (Yeah, I’m definitely doing something right around here).
- While playing Family Feud with Big Brother and practicing his juggwing (juggling) skills along with The Wiggles DVD, Hot Poppin’ Popcorn, I overhear this little gem: Big Brother says to him, “tell me something we all know about Brad Pitt.” (I think this may have been an actual family feud question because I’m fairly certain Big Brother has no idea who Brad Pitt is).; Big Trouble answers: “2 Balls”. (Yes, my mind went there even though I knew he was talking about juggling the two bouncy balls in his hands and was not remotely referencing Brad Pitt.)
- While putting a new load of laundry in the washer, I hear the load I just pulled out being dumped on the floor by Big Trouble as he shouts to me, “Don’t worry Mommy, I get them.” (So glad I have his “help” or how else would I get anything done?!).
Recently I have been coming across a lot of really cute blogs where mothers have asked their kids different questions and had the kids answer honestly. I thought this would be a fun “experiment” to do with my kids too, so here’s part one! **Disclaimer – I may randomly add my thoughts to these answers in parentheses so you can know what went through my mind as she answered**
Getting to Know “The Princess”, Age 6
- What do you want to be when you grow up? A teacher, a mommy, and a cashier at Publix (sounds just fine to me)
- What brings you the most happiness? when I go to Nuberri for frozen yogurt (this is Daddy’s go to place when we have no idea what we are going to do on a weekend – we’ve gone through several customer loyalty cards)
- When do you feel the most loved? When my Daddy hugs me (apparently, my hugs are not enough?! Hrmphf)
- What are you afraid of? the dark (I was surprised at this answer because I would have said she was afraid of thunderstorms as she always goes and hides under a blanket when she hears thunder – this usually leads her to accidentally falling asleep so it may be the thing I look forward to the most on a long Summer day – maybe I am projecting?)
- If you had one wish, what would you wish for? to be a princess (There is a reason I refer to her as “the princess”)
- What is the funniest word? potty (I’m just glad she didn’t say anything else)
- What is the hardest/easiest thing to do? the hardest is to write supercalifragilisticexpialidocious; the easiest thing to do is Kindergarten math (I can attest to the fact that it is hard to type supercalifragilisticexpialidocious…twice. But, I thought Kindergarten math was pretty hard when I had to help her. Glad she is so confident.)
- What is the best/worst thing in the world? worst is seeing a monster and the best is getting to be with a nice family (I love that she is still innocent enough to think that seeing a monster is the worst thing, but wise enough to know how important family is)
- What makes you mad? when my brothers call me poopy (it definitely is a sore spot with her)
- What is the meaning of love? happy with heart kissing (I have no idea what this means, but it sounds nice)
- If you had all the money in the world, what would you do with it? I would buy the toy cleaning set from ToysRUs so that I could clean the house (I find this answer extremely hilarious because I have an arsenal of real cleaning products here that she is more than welcome to use at any time, yet she has never done it without complaining about how mean I am for making her help)
Getting to know me (THE QUEEN), as told by The Princess
- What’s my favorite TV show? Real Housewives (It’s not my favorite, but it definitely is a guilty pleasure)
- What do I drink? Coke (I don’t drink alcohol so this is how I make it through the day with 3 crazy kids. Don’t judge, especially since I have only had Starbucks twice this month.)
- What do I eat? taco salads (well, I do enjoy a nice taco salad)
- What do I do for fun? Take a Nap. (I’m not sure this is considered fun, but I would definitely choose it if given the option)
- What do I like to read? The Great Gatsby (I just re-read this after seeing the movie – luckily she didn’t give away my obsession with random YA series such as Harry Potter, Beautiful Creatures, The Hunger Games, Twilight, etc…..)
- What do I wear? jeans and a t-shirt and flip-flops. You never wear skirts but sometimes you wear dresses. – she says this with disappointment and then a slight hint of hope for the future (I’m very predictable, and apparently sad and pathetic in my choice of clothing)
- What do I do with my friends? Go out to eat (I am a huge fan of getting to eat AND hold an actual adult conversation for more than 3 seconds)
- What is my favorite song? Something by One Direction (um, NO. That would be Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper, not some cheesy boy band from Britain that I am constantly subjected to. But, it could be worse; she could have said something by Justin Bieber)
- What do I do when you’re school? Play with Big Trouble, make him take a nap, and probably go to the playground sometimes. (Yes, that is exactly how I spend my days when I’m not eating bonbons and watching Real Housewives.)
- What do I do when you’re in bed at night? Help Big Trouble go to bed and watch tv. (This is true on certain nights)
- What do I dream about at night? Your kids. (Sorry, sweetie, it’s Johnny Depp)
- What is my favorite store? Target (Not sure this is actually my favorite store, but it is really close to our house and it’s not Walmart so we are there A LOT)
- What do I buy there? Diapers and Wipes (hoping to delete diapers and add big boy underwear to this list very soon)
- What’s my favorite thing to do with you? Take care of me when I am sick. (You know, there really is nothing I enjoy more. …seriously? That’s what you picked as my favorite thing to do with you? Should I take this as a compliment?)
And there you have it. Stay tuned for thoughts from Big Brother and Big Trouble….if they decide to cooperate. 🙂 Feel free to try this with your own kids! The answers are always great and surprising!
Right now, at the FSU Museum of Fine Arts, there are numerous pieces of artwork created by children from area schools as part of their “Generations” exhibit. My son was asked to be a part of one of the exhibits based on the theme of “my legacy”. The children from his school were to create a picture and a poem based on one word that they chose to be their legacy to the world. I’m proud to say that he chose the word, HELPFULNESS. I like that legacy.
I probably won’t be posting much this week as I am desperately trying to prevent my home from becoming an episode of Hoarders. And here’s why:
I know y’all understand this dilemma. Wish me luck because I definitely need it (and perseverance – I need that too thanks to the supposedly potty training minion and his ability to simultaneously pee on me while dumping a glass of chocolate milk that his sister kindly left on the table as we left for school drop off). Happy Monday! 🙂
I’m the first to admit that my youngest son is “all boy”; this is code for just a little crazy. He is literally running from the moment he wakes up until the moment he finally crashes into sleep.
This has been a tough adjustment for me seeing as though neither my older son nor my daughter was ever like this when they were two (it seemed like it was tough at the time, but looking back, dealing with the two of them together – they are only 17 months apart – was easier than dealing with my little guy).
I am always tired and usually exasperated by having to say “no” over and over again, or dealing with yet another epic meltdown, and boy can he have them. The real problem is that he looks much older than 2 because he is very tall and built like a linebacker (neither the pediatrician nor I can make sense of this because my other two are smaller and very thin). This makes it much harder on my back and makes people in public much less inclined to give him a break when he does have “a moment”. I don’t really care about our adoring public at this point, but my back cares a lot. Many days have ended with me in tears over ridiculous struggles. C’est la vie.
But, I have recently decided that instead of constantly complaining and pleading with God for a calmer kid, I would remind myself to be thankful that he is healthy enough to have the energy to be a little crazy and try to embrace this by doing new things with him where he can let it all out, while also working with him on reeling it in as much as he can when the time calls for it. I think if it were up to my husband, we would just sit at home or only go to outdoor venues until the phase passes (we are fervently praying that it does), but I am now seeing this as a challenge and a teaching experience. After a lot of whining and bitterness toward those families with calm kids (yes, I was/am totally jealous of the parents with shy kids who sit still for longer than .3 seconds – I’m human and I’m tired), I feel like I am ready to face it head on! My back? Not so sure, but willing to give it a try.
I have started to do new outings with him while my big kids are at school; some work, some don’t and that’s ok. It’s NEVER easy because he is still in constant motion and has a mind of his own, but I can tell he is loving life and that’s what’s really important, right? I know it is normal to test the boundaries when you are two and as far as that goes, he is extremely normal, perhaps above average even (not sure that is something to brag about, but there you have it). I want him to keep his spirit and show his sweetness off to others and I know the day is coming where he won’t always be the loud, crazy kid with the frazzled mom chasing slowly after him on her motorized scooter – that’s where I feel I may be headed, but hopefully that won’t actually come to fruition.
My baby is special and I am determined to keep him that way, even if he seems more determined to break me. Until the day comes when we reach a mutual understanding regarding acceptable behavior, I will enjoy the beautiful (and rare) moments like this!!!
Please pray for me as I embark on this new outlook on life (and share secret tips if you have them)……and pray for lots of naps, too! 🙂
As an exhausted mom, I enjoy hearing the phrase, “I tired, Mommy”. Admitting they are tired is the first step to acceptance of a nap (and a leap toward some quiet time for mom!).
In addition to this lovely statement, there are also some subtle hints that each of my kids have given when they were still of the regular napping phase. However, each kid had a different “tell”.
With my oldest, it was him climbing into my lap and insisting on holding my thumb. Not sure why my thumb was comforting, but apparently it was. And, no other finger would do; just the thumb. He occasionally would accept a substitute thumb if mine was unavailable, but that was a rare occasion.
With my daughter (the middle child), it would involve her climbing into my lap, holding my pointer finger in one hand and twirling her hair with the other hand until her fingers got stuck in the tangles. My mom said I used to do the same thing, so I always smiled when she did this as this is one of the few things she does that is actually reminiscent of myself. (Even though she looks just like my childhood pictures, her personality is much more like my sister)
With my youngest, it involves climbing into my lap and rubbing his belly button. If I try to rub his belly for him, he will quickly correct me by grabbing my finger and pushing it directly into his belly button so that I know the “right” way to do it. Again, not sure why he chose the belly button, but no other spot will do.
Each kid has/had a different way of soothing themselves and heading off to dream land, just as each has a very different personality. However, there was one constant similarity in their routine and that was the fact that they climb(ed) into my lap to do these things. I wish they would always climb into my lap for snuggles, though I know the window for these kinds of things is slowly closing for my older kids.
Until these moments are gone, however, I will take whatever quirky snuggle-time routines they throw my way and I will enjoy them and cherish them completely (especially as they nod off quietly). And when the end finally does come, I will look back at this blog and remember fondly the times when they were sweet and adorable. 🙂
Did anyone else’s kids have a unique way of falling asleep when they were babies/toddlers?
Last week I chronicled a few crazy things from my older kids and this week I will tell you about the quirkiness of my little one.
1. If he picks his nose and a booger actually comes out, he will scream and then yell, “OW, OW, OW” as though his hand is on fire until I wipe it off. I must say I like this reaction better than the “ooh, look what I have/let’s see what I can wipe this on” reaction that my other two had.
2. He knows how to chew gum better than my older two. I discovered this by accident when he was playing with some candy that my kids got at a recent carnival. He wasn’t trying to eat it, he was just laying it out in a line on our table and then stacking it like blocks. It was keeping him busy, so I let him keep doing it while I walked the 10 steps to our laundry room to throw a load in the washer. I came back approx. 30 seconds later to the sound of, “mommy I finished” and the sight of him handing over a large wad of hubba bubba. WOW. My other two are just now getting to the point where I will trust them with gum because they always seem to “accidentally” swallow it so I was impressed that he had the foresight to hand it over without a problem. (I have no idea how he got it unwrapped and chewed in such a short amount of time, but I am convinced that he was just waiting for the moment I walked away to test the gum out – sneaky, sneaky).
3. Trying to take a picture of him right now is virtually impossible, unless he has to poo. He turned two in October and I have yet to get his 2-year-old pictures. This actually has nothing to do with the fact that he is the 3rd child. It really is because HE WON’T SIT STILL to save his life. I don’t want to waste the money or effort trying to get him to smile in the studio when I know he will just try to escape. I was thinking about having a photographer try to capture a few moments outside because I thought he might be more cooperative that way so I decided to take him to a park/lake area near our house for a test run. The word to focus on here is RUN. From the moment we got out of the car, the kid was “Runnin’ ” a la Forrest Gump. I tried to keep up with him and take a few shots with my own camera (which is not a great one) but he was so fast that I spent most of my time just holding the camera out in front of me and getting shots of the back of his head. Meanwhile he was doing his best to run into the street, then jump off the bridge into the lake, then climb onto the highest part of the playground and play Superman. This literally went on for 30 minutes before I thought I was going to have a heart attack from the “exercise”. Then, he suddenly stopped and turned around to look at me with half a smile. I got excited because I thought I was wearing him down and I grabbed the camera out to catch him while he was still. Then I realized that it wasn’t a smile, it was a grunt and a strain face. Lovely. *Note to family members still waiting on pictures, unless you want one of him soiling himself on a slide, you’ll probably be waiting a while longer.*
4. If he doesn’t know your name, he classify you as either “old” or “young” and likewise, you will be known as either “grandma” or “baby”. Seriously; every kid is “baby” and every adult, man or woman, is “grandma”. This has brought about some interesting conversations in public venues.
5. If you show him the hair on the floor after he gets a haircut, he will grab his head in horror and say, “oh no, my hair” as though it was shaved completely off. To be fair, this week was the first time he has ever sat still long enough to actually get a complete haircut so he really didn’t know what to expect. I had taken him twice before and both attempts were disasters so we had just let it grow out as long as possible before I tried again. I finally found a place with a cool seat and toys to distract him so she was able to cut off his extra Justin Bieber hair (AND IT WAS A LOT) without getting rid of the baby softness. But that also meant that there was enough hair on the floor to make a small wig so he FREAKED OUT until I showed him the mirror, proving that he still had hair. I had no idea that he would even put two and two together so apparently I need to start giving him more credit for his higher thinking skills.
My kids never cease to amaze me with the way they think, their new skills and the crazy shenanigans they can get into. I’m sure next week will bring even more “excitement” from all 3!
Valerie over at Atlantamomofthree recently nominated me for this award and I am quite honored. So, as requested in acceptance of this award, here are three things that I love about motherhood:
1. Even in the hardest of times, my kids can make me laugh and smile. Sure it’s gross when they poop on me, but it gives me great stories to tell later. And, they always seem to know my breaking point and will swoop in with the sweetest statements ever right at that moment. **I also have unlimited hugs and kisses at my disposal, at least for now**
2. Motherhood has given me a purpose for my life. Even though I had to postpone my legal career, I can’t imagine doing anything more worthwhile than being with my kids. I NEVER thought I would be a stay-at-home mom, but I know making that decision was the best thing I ever did, even if it was also one of the most difficult!
3. Motherhood has made me appreciative of the little things in life. Kids have a completely different outlook on life than adults and it’s so nice to be able to see through their little eyes. (For example, my kids recently pointed out that an upside down heart looks like a butt – AWESOME!)
There are many more things that I love, but it would take all day to list them. So now, I am going to nominate three of my favorite mom blogs, Motherhood Is An Art, When The Kids Go To Bed, and Magnolia Blossom.
Ladies, to accept the award, please do the following things:
- Click the above award image, save it and use it in your acceptance post.
- List 3 things you love about motherhood.
- Nominate other deserving mamas; you may choose as many as you like. (And let them know of the nomination)
Thanks again, Valerie, for my nomination! You rock!