Sickness and sage advice.

I’m crawling out from the week long sick haze of the norovirus. I haven’t been that sick since I was pregnant with Huckleberry and let me tell you…this was way less fun because at the end of it there is no sweet squeaking tiny human to inhale.

sigh.

But I made it, I am up, showered. I even ate REAL FOOD! First diet coke in a week….nectar of the gods, people.

Yesterday after a week of mom being in bed or puking I was finally able to play with the boys. What did they want? Of course, toddler dance party. After that it was finger painting and it was then that Boss said what may possibly be one of my favorite things he has ever said:

When you’re finger painting  

it’s important to keep your underpants on.

At all times.

I may get that on a poster for the house. That’s just good advice y’all.

So this happened…

You guys? I’m just…meh. Lately I am just meh. So blah I don’t even have a real word for it.  Meh. I’m not sure if it’s that my birthday is coming up and I’m feeling introspective as to what I have accomplished this year and how I’m not that much further along in finding a new career but am so much farther along in being comfortable as a mother and even farther along in slaying the dragon that is postpartum anxiety.

Note: Boss is obsessed with Mike the Knight so there’s a lot of dragon talk around the house lately.

Maybe it’s that I self inflicted some angst upon myself by taking the bull by the horns to find a place of our own, fell in love with a place, and then we decided to wait just a few more months and save some more money so we can decorate etc. The right decision, I know this, but just…ugh.  The place was small, only 932 sq. feet. But the moment I walked in I could SEE our life there, you know? And Max loved it. Boo was happily racing up and down the hall as fast as he could crawl and Zach was doing the big eyed head nod. You know the one; the this is good, we could do this but be cool about it. The woman who owned it? Well she loved us too. In fact before she leased it to someone else she checked back just one more time to make sure our sweet boys didn’t want to live there. There was even a yard. UGH!

But it’s the right choice. Soon, soon Pinterest will need more bandwith and you will all be subjected to countless how to make a rented space my own posts.

It’s still sticky hot here, but grey and sometimes rainy which breaks my brain as I think sweaters! boots! then I open the door and am hit by 90 degrees of hot humidity. But it is actually Fall and so school began for the Boss.

Yup. That about sums it up.

But then this happened and my heart exploded into a billion glittery pegacorns.

Boss had a blast at school and his face when he saw me at the end of the day was just heaven on earth.

Last night as we snuggled before bed he said “Mommy what’s under my skin? What am I made of?” I said “You are made of baseball, rock and roll, and vanilla milk.” He responded “I AM! I AM made of that!”

Maybe I am not so meh after all.

Four.

Four is such a big kid. I remember things from when I was four. Four is making friends you may know your whole life. Four is having full conversations with those friends. Four is knowing what you like and what you don’t like. Four is definitely not a baby. My baby is four today.

Max,

In four short years you have taught me more about life and love than I ever thought possible. You love fiercely and those you love you protect with all your might. Sometimes at night you snuggle up next to me and as you nuzzle your face into my neck you whisper “don’t worry mommy, I’ll protect you.” I believe it too. Huck is now into all your stuff and yet you rarely get annoyed. Today as you two were splashing and giggling in the bath Huckie got water in his eyes. You quickly asked me for a washcloth and then gently wiped his eyes dry.

You hold the door on the elevator for me every time so I don’t get “squished”. You are constantly figuring things out and I am frequently told  “Actually mommy, that’s a kids baseball game!” or- and this is one of my favorites  ” Medieval Times… Oh! Of course! Mike the Knight is like Medieval Times for kids!” Your love for Green Day still runs strong. We may have to have a chat about which intro/outros are appropriate for pre-school concerts. I confess I thrill to hear you cry ” ALL RIGHT ENGLAND!” as you launch into a song. You alternate rock and roll with baseball all day and Huck patiently plays whatever instrument you give him or cheers for you from the stands.  I adore it! Even if I am not allowed to sing along.

You celebrate every victory with pure joy. Not only your own victories but everyone around you. “Look mommy! Boo is standing like a big boy! YAY BOO!” Your power of observation is keen and we can slip nothing past you. You hear everything. “Is this Downton Abby?” You asked this morning as PBS came on the TV. You are wickedly funny and your giggle now mingled with Huck’s is my favorite sound on the earth. The two of you already share secrets and gang up on me. You will always be my baby and Huckie may just be YOUR baby. I adore you, all of you. Smart, silly, witty,stubborn, ferocious, willful, precocious, sweet, kind-hearted playful you.

You are mine, or rather I am yours. Daddy is not allowed near me and if he dares to get close or kiss me you cry out “THIS IS NOT A WEDDING!” if we are very good and stay away from one another you lovingly pat my hand and say “mommy you did a good thing, you didn’t kiss daddy.”

And lest I get carried away with how close we are and how much we love one another you find the perfect way to remind me that you are your own person.

Me: Maxie do you want to go with me or grandma?

Max: I just want to stay here. With the Fritos.

Happy Birthday to my own Kitty Boy. I love you to the moon and back, I love all that you will be and everything you are, I love you my wonderful child. I love you and love you and love you and love you.

president’s day is really about car sales …say what?

The Boss upon seeing a Honda President’s day sale commercial:

Hey! George Washington! We went to his house!

And also, you can see him on money.

The Boss don’t lie, y’all. The Boss don’t lie.
Happy President’s day!

overheard at our house…and the winner is!

Overheard at our house: “no daddy! they’re not singing bi-curious George!”

(to be fair it is my fault daddy was singing it that way, I swear it sounds like that’s what they’re singing! You’re welcome.)

Instead of boring old random.org I decided to allow {read:force} The Boss to pick the winner! He was really excited this time!

All the numbers anxiously waiting to be chosen:

Then I mixed up the numbers one more time, just for good measure.
I might have made a Toy Story “claw” joke right about here:

the winner!

Congratulations to commenter #20 Ashley from Mama of all trades!~
Ashley, check out the site and shoot me an email (dial m for minky at gmail. com) with your blanket choice!
Ashley has 48 hours to respond and if she doesn’t Boss will pick another winner.

Enjoy Ashley!

Crazy sleep habits of toddlers

I SHALL NOT NAP!

Screamed he who immediately passed out pants-less on the ottoman.

God, I love that kid.

What’s on the docket for you guys this weekend? We have two days jam-packed with soccer and ornament decorating and then on Sunday we are going to blow the Boss’s mind by taking him to Christmas on the Potomac and ICE. Dude. They light a Christmas tree and it snows. Plus, Madagascar. So, prepare for many videos of the Boss saying “I’m Alex. The Alex”

It’s going to be EPIC y’all!!!

Now, what to wear?

Oh you sweet talker, you!

The Boss gently took my hand in his and smiling sweetly said “Mommy you’re my favorite princess!”

I smiled right back, my heart melting at the innocence and love in his eyes. I told him he was my favorite prince. He brought my hand up to his face as if to kiss my it. How can an almost three year old make my heart go pitter pat as he does? It was so precious. So wonderful. I wanted to stop time and memorize this moment.

Then he stuck my finger in his nose saying “Mommy I have a boogie way up there. Get it, get it, get it.”

And I did.

Ah, Motherhood.

Bossisms~ Kids say the darndest things 1

The Boss watching The Today Show last week upon seeing JLo’s new video

{which he would never see otherwise}

“Mommy? I want to hug her”

 

I just bet you do little man. I bet you do.