Much Ado Monday : When Your 4-Year-Old Fakes You Out

Much Ado Monday : When Your 4-Year-Old Fakes You Out

The Boy’s getting back on the bus this morning–off to get all educated and stuff after a week of play dates, outings, and semi-junk food {thank you, February vacation} and I’m shifting back into my normal, everyday routine.

It’s gonna take some time, though. I forgot what it’s like to have the house to myself and complete a thought without interruption, so for this Much Ado Monday, I’m pulling out and dusting off one of my very first posts from 2010, back when The Boy was 4 and I was lucky if two other souls {not including my aunt} were reading tll.

Actually, I’m still lucky if that happens, so thanks to all of you who read, and especially to those who comment and say hello.

Just love you guys.

Don’t forget to link up your own posts at the end. xo

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One random day earlier this month–after a very long and trying afternoon–Matthew and I were finally getting into a solid groove by the time the just-before-bed routine rolled around. I finished up dinner, got the little man into the shower off the kitchen, and straightened up the war zone that had become my house just a few hours earlier, throwing every kind of toy and book into the nearest appropriate basket, bin or box.

I let him play his customary write-a-story-on-the-shower-door-with-a-squirt-gun game for a few minutes before I ventured in to shampoo, soap, and rinse.

Water off.

I wrapped The Boy in a towel, and while I carried him upstairs to his room, he requested that for the remainder of the evening, I refer to him as a troll.

Ah, okay. 

So I powdered the troll, put on his jammies, and let him watch a show, then brought him back into his room for some quiet time.

We most likely read some sort of brainwashing material about staying in his own bed all night (Back to Bed, Ed by Sebastien Braun is a new favorite), played a little bit, and then I tucked him in. He smelled so sweet, and his face was cuter-than-cute that night: eyes a soft green and his little brown hair all fluffy from the shower. He looked up at me and said “Mom, sing me a lullaby.”

Seriously, could it get any more Little House?

So I sang him

You Are My Sunshine,

and as he usually does, he sang along softly with me. After such a crazy day, it was a moment that was so welcome. I was trying not to get all weepy while looking at this beautiful little boy who was singing these sweet words back to me. I was so in love.

And then it happened.

We finished our duet, and he paused for a moment. I could have sworn that a Disney-like twinkle reflected off his eye. He looked up at me with a smile, touched my cheek with his palm, and said,

Mom, I wish I had Leo’s mother.

Yup. That’s right. He’s always had good times over at one of his best buds’ homes, and his little 4-year-old spirit just had to share that at that moment.

With that, it was lights out.

And it just makes me think: this is what motherhood is all about.

Looking into your child’s eyes and connecting in a way only you and he or she can, thinking this is my life’s purpose, this child right here. Then being knocked on your arse the next minute, and having to laugh through it all.

Because if you didn’t have a sense of humor before becoming a mommy, you darn well better find one now.

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Sweet Little Things . Week 5

Sweet Little Things . Week 5

My Sweet Little Thing item this week is so darned sweet, I’m going to let it stand alone.

When we were driving down the highway on Wednesday toward the doctor’s office, The Man called to see how The Boy was doing.

After a short conversation in which Matt filled dad in on all the details of his early-morning journey, he wrapped the conversation up with

I love you, too, Dad.

xoox

He started to add something to that, but dad had hung up, so The Boy issued a slightly disappointed-with-himself-and-frustrated Ooooh!

“What’s the matter, Bug?” I asked, and he replied:

I forgot to say ‘xoxoxo.’

That Boy loves his dad … and he wanted to make sure he knew it.

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And from Blogland … well, you don’t get better than these gals. I always love reading what they have to share.

Enjoy your weekend, friends, and don’t forget to come back on Monday to link up your Much Ado Monday post! Anything goes, as long as it wouldn’t make your momma blush.

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Linking up today with the following:

It’s The Little Things @ Hello Hue . Photo Friday Blog Hop @ Ladies Holiday . Friday Favorite Things @ Finding Joy . Aloha Friday @ What Jean Likes . That Friday Blog Hop! @ Forgetful Momma

 

Sweet Little Things . Week 4

Sweet Little Things . Week 4

This week was busy.

BUSY, I tell ya.

And I’m still a little tired from last week’s brush with the common cold, but oh, there were so many sweet little things to enjoy nonetheless, like …

Watching The Boy grow. I don’t reminisce too much because I’m really enjoying Matt at this age, but when I take the time to stop and look at his photos, I’m in awe of how far he’s come. From a 4-lb. preemie to my sharp-as-a-tack 6-year-old, who thinks he’s 12.

Unbelievable.

I don’t know which picture is my favorite, but my gosh, that one on the right where he’s pulling his little sock is definitely a contender.

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Pictures of My Bug

We’ve been encouraging Matt to take control of Ruby when they’re playing, instead of calling one of us to have her sit or stay or lay down. Hearing him yell “Ruby, come!” in the deepest, most authoritative voice he can muster makes me smile every time. It sounds about as authoritative as Jiminy Cricket.

I wonder if dogs can giggle? Either way, I give Ruby credit for playing along.

Sun spots on dog beds. How is it that they always seem to fall right where a pup curls up? I’d lie there too if it weren’t for all the dog hair.

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{My friend actually made her own, you know. Can you believe that? Just whipped up a dog bed one day. When you’re done visiting here, be sure to check it out.}

I don’t care how crazy it sounds, but I’m including the Swiffer in my list this week. Every mom of a boy who’s supposedly potty-trained should own one, if only for the sake of her bathroom walls.

Seriously, when does aim come into play?

It saves me from extra hard labor every time I need to venture into the bathroom after a play date.

Swiffer

Smoothies. I’m weird. I don’t like to take the time to eat the required daily servings of fruits and veggies. I mean, if you did, what else would there be time to do during a 12-hour day?! I think it’s way more efficient to just throw them all into a VitaMixer and drink ’em up.

Mmmm, delicious.

My new favorite includes mangoes, peaches, and peanut butter.

White ceramics. There are so many beautiful patterns out there, but I find I get tired of them easily. I just love the visual calm of white.

White Ceramic

And from Blogland … well, you don’t get better than these gals. I always love reading what they have to share.

Enjoy your weekend, friends, and don’t forget to come back on Monday to link up your Much Ado Monday post! Anything goes, as long as it wouldn’t make your momma blush.

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Linking up today with the following:

It’s The Little Things @ Hello Hue . Photo Friday Blog Hop @ Ladies Holiday . High Five For Friday @ From My Grey Desk Blog . Aloha Friday @ What Jean Likes . That Friday Blog Hop! @ Forgetful Momma

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