Great minds think alike

This morning you woke up and were bouncing off the walls. When I asked if you need some toast you said, "That is a great idea mommy!" Always nice to have your approval.

Mommy, stay with me...

Oh doodle bug, you break my heart some mornings. I hate leaving you to go to work. Especially on mornings when you grab my hand and say, "Mommy, I just want you to stay with me." I wish I didn't have to work to provide for you. You deserve to have your mommy home with you during the day, but at least right now you have my sister. Becky stays with you all day. You love to chase her around and go on long butterfly walks with her. You have always been two peas in a pod and are oddly similar.

 

As far as the way your brain works, you are all me. But you have Becky's same mix of bravery and fear as well as her chatterbox tendencies. You both have winning personalities and turn on the charm at odd moments, like in a grocery store checkout line.

 

So doodle, I would love to be home with you right now. But rest assured that no matter where I am or who I am with, my mind is always on you. The second I found out you were growing inside of me, my entire existence wrapped itself around you. You are the center of my universe and I wouldn't have it any other way. I just wish I could spend my days with you right in front of me instead of just carried around in my heart.

POTTY TRAINED! FINALLY!

You are officially potty trained. I think me finally just dragging you to the toilet every hour for two consecutive days finally broke down your resistance to being a big boy. Everytime I hear you yell, "I have to go pee pee!" and hear the patter of your little footsteps streaking down the hall to the bathroom, I can help but laugh. You're doing so well and I am so proud of you.

 

We went to our first movie this weekend. Rather than be tortured (and torture others) with chatter in a busy theater, I took you to see an animated movie at a drive-in theater. It was perfect because we were watching a coworker's 7 year old son for the evening. I loaded you and the 7 year old into our truck and drove to the theater. The other boy decided he would pick out candy as his refreshment but your heart was set on popcorn. (I've only recently started to let you eat real popcorn instead of puffed rice masquerading as popcorn, so it's still a big deal.)

 

It had been raining all day, so we jumped at a break in the showers and sprinted to the concession stand. You very proudly told the clerk what you wanted and carried it back to the truck yourself. You had eaten half of it by the time the movie started!

 

You did pretty well in spite of your short attention span. I am glad we went the drive-in route instead of the theater route though. You did want to discuss some of the finer plot points mid-movie, such as what kind of car the villain drove and if the love interest was pretty.

Gotta go pee pee!

I heard you yell something just before 11:00 pm last night and went rushing into your room to check on you. You were tangled in your blankets as you frantically climbed out of bed, telling me "Mommy! I just have to go pee pee!" I swept the blankets away and ran into the bathroom ahead of you to turn the light on and clear any hindrances to a clear shot.

 

The thing that cracked me up most was that you didn't just have to go pee pee, you had to go pee pee standing up. You pulled your little pants and (dry) Pullup down, braced yourself against the top of the toilet and aimed (handsfree) into the bowl.

 

It's amazing the moments that inspire parental pride. Such a simple thing but I wanted to run around the house yelling, "Yay Thomas!" I restrained myself however because such undignified moments perturb you.

Showtunes and lullabies

Oh doodle bug... you were so grumpy last night that I resorted to performing show tunes and lullabies for the duration of our 45 minute car ride. If I stopped singing for longer than a minute or two, you started making dreadful noises. I haven't been that desperate to entertain you since you were 2 months old and colicky!

 

Your favorite song of all time is still "Wheels on the bus". It's the only song that I'm guaranteed to get your participation on. There is still one special lullaby that I try to reserve for your hardest moments. For some reason the lullaby from the movie The Prince of Egypt has calmed you down since the first time I hummed it a few weeks after you were born. It works 95% of the time and is one of the most reliable tools in my mommy arsenal.

 

The first time I hummed it, you were just a few weeks old and refused to sleep unless I was holding you. After a few bars of this lullaby, you calmed down. One verse in and you were snoring softly. Sometimes you would scream for long periods of time and nothing could calm you down. I think you were having reflux (that's what your pediatrician) said anyway. I finally just gave in to what you seemed to need and let you sleep on my chest all the time. If you were in a bad crying jag, I would sing to you. It seemed to soothe you, probably because of all the singing I did in the car while you were in utero. You still have an inexplicable (well to the outside world) passion for Reba songs.

 

Hush now my baby, be still love, don't cry. Sleep as you're rocked by the stream. Sleep and remember, my lullaby. And I'll be with you when you dream.

Going to outer space

I just opened your door to find you standing in the middle of your room, crying in the dark. When I calmed you down and got you back in bed, you told me that you just wanted to save me. Apparently you are going to space and you thought I didn't have a space ship of my own so I cannot go with you. Your ship is called Rocket and thankfully you have room for me. So tomorrow we will be going to space.

Phone chat

You are the jelly to my peanut butter, so it makes sense that we have our own song. I call out, "Peeeeanut, peanut butter" to which you respond, "and jelly!"

 

I just got off the phone with you. You told me that you're eating a sandwich, so I asked if it was peanut butter and jelly (followed by a quick song - see above). You replied, "No. It's just jelly. We're all out of peanut butter."

 

Your language skills improve daily. Sometimes you astonish me with how much of the English language you actually grasp.