Out of the mouth of babes...

2 funnies of the night...  And, not just typical 3 year old funnies...

1.  Riding in the car, Callie asks me "mom, do you want to build a snowman?!"

Me:  "no ma'am!"

Callie:  "Cole, do you want to build a snowman?!"

Cole:  "nope!"

Callie:  "Ask me!!"

Me:  "Callie, do you want to build a snowman?!"

Callie:  "No!"

Cole:  "THEN WHY ARE YOU ASKING?????"

2.  Cole and I laying in their bed, Callie had to go to the other room to get her blanket...  As she comes back into the room (the lights are off), Cole says, "Callie?"...  Callie says "Callie's not here right now, leave a message... Beeeeep!"  

These kids make me laugh, hard.

Is tonight the night....?????

First FSU game of the 2014 season is on.  They picked up the entire playroom on their own...  And, I simply hugged and kissed them from the sofa and sent them upstairs to bed.  Is tonight the first night of the rest of my life???  No jinxing myself just yet, but HOT DAMN, this is great.  I love tucking them in, but hours a night, every night gets old.

We're going to shoot for non bath nights that they put themselves to bed...  Gotta start somewhere, right?!!

If only I had more wine!!!

Sleep walking pee-er...

I'm pretty sure Cole just slept walked to my room after taking his shorts off and peed the whole way!!  (At least he didn't pee in the bed?!!)

I was laying in bed when he came into my room and laid his head in his crossed arms while standing at the foot of my bed.  I had to call his name 3 times to get his attention and he proceeded to crawl in full asleep, and naked wasted down. 

I had to investigate what had just happened... His pj's and underwear were next to their bed.  Callie was still asleep... No accident in the bed.  There was pee all over the step stools in front if the sink in the bathroom, a trail through the bathroom and into the guest room, where he finished on a folded pillow case on the floor.  Luckily the trail on the carpet was much less than everywhere else.

And, now, you'd never know anything happened... Nor, will he in the morning, I'm guessing. 

I'm "Mom" now.

Why can't he still call me "Mommy", or "Momma"...  I'm just "Mom" now.

He's not legitimately 3.5 yet, but I'm "Mom".  However, he loves holding my hand, still gives me the biggest kiss when I tell him I need one, and loves cuddling (or sleeping all night long) with me.  I can't believe just how big he is...  He's 3.5 and the size of most 5 year olds.  I can't believe how smart he is, or how kind he is.  I can't believe what an incredible big brother he is...

Make it slow down!!

How to make my heart melt...

As I've found my patience lacking lately since Dad died, I have to sit back and ask myself if I'm overreacting.  Or, if I'm reacting too soon to something that might go a different way than I'm preparing myself for.  Maybe I need Prozac.  Maybe I just need to take a deep breath.  Maybe I need both...  Well, in a slump of the evening on 3/4, Cole wouldn't stay in bed.  We negotiated.  We peed.  We rocked.  I threatened.  I yelled.  Then I simply left the room.  As I was leaving the room, he asked specifically for a kiss on the forehead.  I obliged.  Even when my patience is at it's breaking point, the request of a kiss can simply calm the tension in my neck.  I kissed his forehead, maybe 3 times, said "goodnight" and left.  After quickly folding a load of laundry, on my way downstairs to what would be a glass of red wine calling my name, I heard the subtle pop of the door opening.  I literally thought the vein was going to pop out of my neck.  I immediately took a deep breath, gritted my teeth and said "WHAT IS IT NOW?"... I will forever remember the moment...  Cole innocently said "I need another kiss on my forehead, it wiped off"...

In moments like that I am reminded why I wouldn't trade a day of gritted teeth, a day of disheveled hair from a sleepless night, a day of dirt and spills and stains and accidents, or any day for that matter.