Evil things

They come packaged in little boxes and are panhandled by little girls with cute smiles or the parents of those girls. There are various varieties and we each have at least one favorite, but for the most part we just can't choose between the varieties so we buy more than one. They are actually overpriced, but we purchase them anyway b/c the money goes to a good cause. They sit there, calling our name, saying, "Eat me! Eat me!"

Yes, it's Girl Scout cookie time. Those delicious treats are now sitting on the edge of my desk calling my name. I opened one box and I thought, Oh, I'll just eat 2. I ate them while I was working and then realized--ACK! I just had five of those EVIL things. I searched my desk frantically for a Walmart sack and sacked those things up. I bought those for M after all and look at me. Evil--just evil!

I got played?

Do you remember when you were a child and you played your parents? Here is an example of what I mean. Let’s say, you wanted to spend the night at your friend’s house. Your parents were in separate rooms, and they are totally engrossed in what they were doing so they weren’t communicating with each other. You told Mom that Dad said it was ok, and you repeat the same to your dad. The first time, or maybe even the first couple of times, this works like a charm. You know you’ve done it. You played one parent against the other to get what you wanted.

I guess this is the age it starts—at least that is what my mother said. She said that Bubba and I both started this fibbing at this age. I also researched on BabyCenter, and it appears fibbing at this age is quite common. So, where is this leading?

Last night, M was so tired. He got up on the bed to eat yogurt with B, and then he tried to get into bed with B & I. He informed me “Daddy said I could.” He then turned to B and said, “Mommy said I could.” Yes, it has already started, only M hasn’t quite grasped that you do it when the other parent isn’t right in the room. I’m sure this has been going on for a while, but last night is the first night I realized it. We finally compromised, allowing him to watch TV with us until bedtime, but we all fell asleep. I guess he got what he wanted, huh?

Will the real culprit please stand up?

I started this little thing with M when he was younger. Whenever I would lift him up to put him in his highchair or something similar, I would say “Up sesame,” and then I would do “Down sesame,” whenever I put him down. Yesterday after gymnastics, I picked M up to put him in his car seat and he said, “Up sesame!” Now that’s pretty normal. However, recently, he’s been mumbling a little ditty that I haven’t quite identified when I close the door. I finally identified it yesterday!

Move 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em out,
Move 'em on, head 'em out Rawhide!

Yes, it’s the lyrics from Rawhide as best as a 3 year old can sing them. Now, I don’t think I taught him this and neither does B, so I’m thinking it’s Pepaw, Papa, or Uncle Bubba. Anyone care to fess up?

I actually find it amusing. They pick things up so quickly.

Master?

Most children are into Disney movies or animation such as Toy Story...not M. M's fascination covers Spiderman, Harry Potter, and his biggest obsession-Star Wars. The child has every just about every lightsaber both just regular and electronic, a Millenium Falcon, a TIE fighter, an X-wing, and various action figures. However, the crème de la crème of his collection is this:

HIS DARTH VADAR HELMET.

The child's obsession has also come with role playing. His is now convinced that he is Anikan, and whichever elder individual he is around at that time is now "Master". Our conversation on the way home yesterday went something like this, "Hey Master!"
"Yes, M?"
"I am not M; I am Anikan!"
"Ok, Anikan. What's up?"
"Catch that truck, Master."
"I don't think I can do that Anikan."

I was Master all evening. Even when he wished me goodnight, I was Master. I think I liked Mama better. LOL!

Reminiscing

It's hard to believe that just three years ago, I was just now getting ready to deliver my son. In just shy of an hour, he will be three. I knew my life would be forever changed, but I couldn’t grasp just how much. As I watched him sleep on the way into town to spend the day with Memaw this morning, I couldn’t help but reminisce. I am so blessed. M has changed my life in more ways that I could ever imagine. Sometimes we get so caught up in the “parenting” aspect of being a parent that we take for granted the great little things.

Being a parent gives you the opportunity to give butterfly and Eskimo kisses (to which M makes a “ssss” sound when giving). Tickles and raspberries and squeals and laughter are a must daily. Holding your child’s hands between you and your spouse and swinging the child on the count of three only to have them start counting for you because you aren’t going fast enough is a given when walking across a parking lot. You find the time to sneak a quite look at your child sleeping peacefully. I also have the distinct pleasure of having a son who likes to play with my hair when I am holding him. (This does turn into a nuisance if you are trying to go to sleep or are getting him dressed.) It is indeed the little things that you cherish the most.

So, to my little man, happy birthday sweetie! I love you whole bunches and bunches of oats! And to B, thank you for my precious little M.

Ok, crying at work isn’t cool, so until next time....