Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Friday, February 20, 2015
I couldn't stand it if I didn't get tackled with hugs and kisses by my two savages. And while their amusements are a wonder and not always shared by more gentle creatures, I feel proud of their admiration when I make some excellent truck noises or draw a killer dinosaur.
I am tickled that Cubby loves my "CHUGGA CHUGGA!" sounds and that none of us can stop singing the theme song to the "Stinky and Dirty" show. And it's an honor to receive artistic praise from Bub even though copying dinosaurs from Google is not my preferred activity.
Little boys own my heart.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Life with two sons is different, right from breakfast. One is battling dinosaurs with Nutella all over his face. The other is drawing pterasaurs or chasing the cat.
The day will evolve into wrestling (round one) and then just plain fighting with many snack breaks. God, do they eat a lot!
And the day ends with a pig pile on Mama, the cat included, while we watch TV.
Well, today really ended as I was reading Cubby a story and had to unceremoniously dump the poor kid into his crib because Bub smacked his head on the headboard. But I might choose to remember that snuggle as our closing note.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Mama doesn't do blood well. So when Cubby face-smashed into the coffee table I held it together long enough to clean his wound, decide he didn't need stitches and hand him to Chris before I passed out on the kids floor.
Children, stop trying to kill your mother!
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Thursday, February 5, 2015
It was a scared cry and not something I wanted to wait out. The little man was standing up and when I scooped him into my arms, he said, "Diaper?" The tape had pulled apart and was hurting his tummy. I changed him and snuggled him and put him into bed. He said, "Birds?" I handed him the bird book I'd just pulled out of the crib. He took the book in one hand and held my hand with his other. Then he rolled over onto that big, hard bird book and went back to sleep.
I can't believe that he's 22 months old. He has no problem communicating exactly what he wants and needs. I am so, so proud.
We had some cake today, just because. Here are the two brothers enjoying their good fortune.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Monday, February 2, 2015
21 months is how long I was bunking down with Cubby. There were many many nights that I held his hand and snuggled up to him in my bed, loving the closeness. I'm so glad that we did co sleeping and bed sharing.
But 21 months, Dude! It's time you had a new roommate.
It came down to me being ready to let go of the night weaning. In my heart, it meant that he was still my baby if I fed him. That he still needed me in the night.
After only one night across the hall, the kid was sleeping better than he ever did when he was in with me! And last night, after reintroducing Bub into the mix, Cubby slept through Bub's protracted coughing fit and inhaler battle! If I so much as rolled over, Cubby was crying for me! He smelled my weakness.
Two brothers in a bedroom. They are really embracing it and I think it brings each comfort. And I am sleeping through the night finally!