With Thanksgiving this week, each child in my son’s Mother’s Day Out program was asked what they were thankful for.
“I’m thankful for the United States.”
And before you think my son is bursting with patriotic sentiment you should know one thing: I’m pretty sure he just meant the map of it.
Because he’s all about maps.
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I reclined on my couch, trying to formulate cohesive sentences in a blog post.
My son entered the room, butt-naked.
“Daddy, I have something to show you.”
“Daddy, I want to show you something.”
“It better not be poop. It’s not poop, is it?”
My husband followed him…. to the bathroom.
I heard exclamations and superlatives about something being the “biggest ever”.
I giggled and turned back to my screen as my husband walked back into the room.
I smiled and nodded. “I bet it was.”
“Mommy! I need to show you something.” The Tackler turned his still-half-naked attention to me.
“I’m good, thanks.”
“No, Mommy. I have to show you something.”
I knew resistance was futile and detached myself from the comfortable cushions. I followed him to the bathroom, where he climbed back onto the toilet.
And showed me his “deposit”.
Once again, I was very, very thankful he no longer wore diapers. A body his size should not be capable of producing that much – still intact.
“Wow, sweetie! That’s a really big one!” I said, thinking to myself, “Holy s**t!”
“I know!” Pride shone from his face.
He is such a boy.
Even when wearing pink hair ties.
As I walked back to the couch I heard my son’s voice echo from behind me.
“I have to tell everyone how big my poop is.”
Be careful what you wish for when your mother blogs…..
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Unless fulfilling a punishment, the Tackler always gets a book read before bed, typically by my husband.
Monday night during the routine, The Tackler’s stuffed penguin explored CG’s shirt, diving beneath it.
My husband paused in reading. “What are you doing?”
“Pengy is eating the bugs off of you.”
I am so thankful my son is very imaginative and my husband is not actually infested with anything…
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This is Lil Diva, whenever food not listed in “one of the ten foods I will eat” category is offered to her:
I am thankful this phase doesn’t last forever.
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The Tackler was annoyed with me yesterday.
I think it’s because he was in time-out for shoving his sister when her three foot proximity to his toys caused him to go ballistic.
“Mommy, if you do that ONE more time, you will have to go to bed for…. for… FIFTY hours.”
I smiled at him. “Promise?”
I would be very thankful for that.
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