My little Provider...

My children have very loud personalities.

Or maybe they don't, and Brandon and I just see them as "loud".

Regardless, my son, Noah, is just coming into his personality.

And...well...he's kinda, I dunno....tribal?

He's like an aggressive, affectionate, tribal, alpha-male.

He isn't using words yet, which doesn't help.

He just walks around-half naked, because inevitably none of our children like clothes and we're too lazy to fight that battle, chest bowed out, grunting at inanimate objects in and around our house.

When he wants food, he violently pushes me to the kitchen and grunts at the refrigerator.

-Maybe that's just the example that's been set by dad. Maybe that's just because boys are different from girls...

When he is finished eating, he pushes his food away with a loud "ugh" and shake of his head.

Again...example? Again...boys?

Anyway, so yesterday he comes up to me-naked, chest bowed, and holds out his chubby little hand in an offertory sort of way...

I look up from facebook my copy of War and Peace and see him glaring at me intently, waiting for me to accept his love offering.

I move to sit in front of him and look into his sweet little face.

His eyebrows are furrowed with seriousness. He grunts at me again...

I peel back his fingers and accept my gift...which was...of a rubbery, spongy texture...sort of...brownish red?

While examining this unknown object, I realize he's chewing...

I...gave him cheerios...This...is...not a cheerio.

Gag.

Hmmm...He looks at his offering, then back at me...waiting...

"Um, buddy? Whatcha want?"

He grunts again...Obviously he wants...me...to eat this.

Never gonna happen, man. Never gonna happen.

I examine the..."object" again, hoping for his sake that it is food, when I realize with relief that it's a piece of a hotdog.

Sigh.

Panic.

We haven't had hotdogs... in days. Pin It

My mistake, G.

Funniest. Graysen. Moment. Ever.

So for some reason Graysen has been acting terrible today. Terrible.

Probably because Brandon and I have actually been trying to be productive.

Anyway, so at some point today, sending Gray to her room ceased to be a successful form of discipline. At that point, I pulled out the heavy punishment and tied her to the hot water heater(totally kidding) I gave her a light(ahem) swat on the booty.

She immediately broke into hysterics.

I sat down with her on the bed, waiting for her to calm down so that we could discuss her bad behavior.

As she began to get quiet, I started.

"Graysen, Mommy loves you. But I had to spank you because you have been a very, very bad girl today."

She broke into another fit of frantic noise-making-or so I thought. Moments later, I realized these "noises" were words that came together to form a response as follows:

*Side note: Please insert a gasp in between each word. Thanks.

"No. Ah. eh. Mo-ham-ey. Aye-eh not-ee ah bad gir-sniff* girl."

"Look. eh. It's ah me, sniff* Graysen...See?"

Bahahahahahaha. Oh. Yes, sorry. I must have been mistaken. Pin It

Chips and Cheese

Today, Graysen and I spent some extra-special quality time together in the absence if Daddy.

We were both pining for him I guess.

First, we made tea with fresh orange in it. Graysen stirred.

Then, we cleaned. Graysen watched.

And last we enjoyed our freshly made tea alongside our snack-that's right...chips and cheese. In case you haven't been let in on this tiny golden nugget of information...cheese sauce is the key to a 3 year old's heart-the less identifiable the ingredients, the better.

So about half-way through our magical cheese snack, a lightbulb went off.

I remembered the oh-so-yummy salsa I had tucked away in the bottom of the fridge.

I thought to myself, Man, I am going to get some major extra brownie points with this one. Take that, Daddy! Whose the cool parent today?

I returned and plopped a spoonfull of salsa down on the plate alongside the cheese. Big dumb expectant grin on my face, I'm sure.

I looked up to find an expression of shock on my 3 year olds face.

Shock.

Shock, that quickly turned to disgust, which turned to anguish. Have i mentioned she's incredibly dramatic? Wonder where she got that...

My own face slowly sank...

She looked up at me and said, "'Mommy..." Long dramatic pause...

"Mommy," She started again..."That makes me have sad feelings."

Crash

And

Burn. Pin It

Pillow Talk

Preface--

In case it isn't common knowledge, I'll begin my post by informing you that we are in the process of moving.

Again.

We're exactly dead center in the middle of it, actually.

And at the moment I'm tucked away in Benoit, Ms--aka, Egypt--with my parents, while Brandon and his dad load the budget truck six hours away.

And however silly it may be, I still pine when seperated from my husband-if even for a night.



So last night, as Graysen and I snuggle into sleep in a foreign bed, she rolls over and asks,

"Mommy, you love me?" I reply sleepily, "Yes, baby. I love you so much."

She rolls over again, grinning smugly.

She wrinkles her nose definitively states, "I make you happy."

I smiled and replied again, "Yes, baby. You do."

She sighed, smiling larger still, and murmered as she knodded off to sleep, "I'm special."

A lump rose in my throat.

Oh! I think so too, Graysen...I think so too. Pin It