It has been quite awhile since I've posted, I don't know if I remember how...LOL.
Woohoo! The kids are in school again and I'm home alone with my wonderful baby boy. Soon to be two and every bit the two yr old terror that little boys can be. He is the quiet one, the one that didn't say "mom" until just a few months ago, I was elated when he did. Now...I want him to forget my name....HAHAHA. He was the child that pointed and grunted and that was how he got what he wanted, try as we might to get him to say "drink" or "more" or "juice" for that matter. Eventually we'd just cave in and let him have it. He's also the one I have to watch constantly, he burned his hand one night and didn't cry or scream or even whine. My husband found it when wiping him off after dinner and by this point, to our horror and amazement, the blister was the size of a small marble. We told him it was an ouchy(owy?), and that he touched something hot, and from then on his ouchy was "hot". Later, he stuck his hand in an ant pile and came over with approximately ten ants on his hand and at least 20 to 30 stings....all he did was hold his hand up and whine. Not one teardrop!!!!!
God love him, he is my baby...he's so hard to discipline or reprimand. I cannot imagine my world without him, or any one of my kids. You would think, with it just being him and I, that he wouldn't have the opportunity to get "into" any trouble right??? Well, not my little angel...lol. This incident happened when I was only four feet from him washing dishes. He was sitting at the dinner table, upon which was my purse, not realising at the time that he had confiscated my mascara and thinking that he was being a doll by sitting and eating his lunch, I continued with my task. When I had finished, I proceeded to go and give him a snuggle and a kiss, only to find that my littlest joy had been busy with something besides eating his lunch. He was grinning from ear to ear with black muck on his teeth, his tongue and beautiful round face. It was hard to be mad, especially when I was fighting the urge to burst into huge waves of laughter. Oh the wonderful world of mommyhood!
Just a little story to add that happened today....for those of you with children, I am positive most, if not all can relate to this. I was in the bathroom to which I am NEVER alone, for some reason, this requires an audience. Anyhow, I was "finished" and ready to wipe myself, and to my horror, my baby had stolen the toilet tissue! I tried to explain to him that Mommy needed this and that I needed him to bring it back....the response was his sweet smile and blank stare....LOL. Then...aha! I told him, "Caleb, please bring mommy the potty paper, I need to clean my bo bo(what we call his bottom)(sorry if TMI)...." Lo and behold, a light goes off in his head and his eyes light up with understanding.....and away his little legs carry him. To my joy, amazement, and amusement, he brings me his wipes!!! I love my life.
Woohoo! The kids are in school again and I'm home alone with my wonderful baby boy. Soon to be two and every bit the two yr old terror that little boys can be. He is the quiet one, the one that didn't say "mom" until just a few months ago, I was elated when he did. Now...I want him to forget my name....HAHAHA. He was the child that pointed and grunted and that was how he got what he wanted, try as we might to get him to say "drink" or "more" or "juice" for that matter. Eventually we'd just cave in and let him have it. He's also the one I have to watch constantly, he burned his hand one night and didn't cry or scream or even whine. My husband found it when wiping him off after dinner and by this point, to our horror and amazement, the blister was the size of a small marble. We told him it was an ouchy(owy?), and that he touched something hot, and from then on his ouchy was "hot". Later, he stuck his hand in an ant pile and came over with approximately ten ants on his hand and at least 20 to 30 stings....all he did was hold his hand up and whine. Not one teardrop!!!!!
God love him, he is my baby...he's so hard to discipline or reprimand. I cannot imagine my world without him, or any one of my kids. You would think, with it just being him and I, that he wouldn't have the opportunity to get "into" any trouble right??? Well, not my little angel...lol. This incident happened when I was only four feet from him washing dishes. He was sitting at the dinner table, upon which was my purse, not realising at the time that he had confiscated my mascara and thinking that he was being a doll by sitting and eating his lunch, I continued with my task. When I had finished, I proceeded to go and give him a snuggle and a kiss, only to find that my littlest joy had been busy with something besides eating his lunch. He was grinning from ear to ear with black muck on his teeth, his tongue and beautiful round face. It was hard to be mad, especially when I was fighting the urge to burst into huge waves of laughter. Oh the wonderful world of mommyhood!
Just a little story to add that happened today....for those of you with children, I am positive most, if not all can relate to this. I was in the bathroom to which I am NEVER alone, for some reason, this requires an audience. Anyhow, I was "finished" and ready to wipe myself, and to my horror, my baby had stolen the toilet tissue! I tried to explain to him that Mommy needed this and that I needed him to bring it back....the response was his sweet smile and blank stare....LOL. Then...aha! I told him, "Caleb, please bring mommy the potty paper, I need to clean my bo bo(what we call his bottom)(sorry if TMI)...." Lo and behold, a light goes off in his head and his eyes light up with understanding.....and away his little legs carry him. To my joy, amazement, and amusement, he brings me his wipes!!! I love my life.
