Lucasisms

After a long walk after preschool pickup and a long day at work, in the kitchen:
Me:  Oh, dear, mommy has so much work to do.
Lucas:  (concerned)  But mommy, I can help you.
Me:  Oh,no, don't you worry, I got it.
Lucas:  But mommy, I still have my crocs on, so I can do anything you need.




At bedtime, after Lucas had asked me for a million snuggles. He was playing with my hair and I asked him if he thought my hair smelled good.

Lucas:  What it smells like?
Me:  Shampoo.  Do you think it smells good?
Lucas:  It smells fresh.  Why you use shampoo?
Me:  So my hair can be clean.  Doesn't it smell great?
Lucas:  Yes, but your armpits don't. 

Big Elliott News

Oh man.

Elliott took two steps on his own yesterday.

He kisses me, almost on cue, but with an open mouth and a whole lotta slobber.  Not cool, but we are working on it.

Man does he have separation anxiety.

He is awesome, but that isn't new.

Lucasisms

Now that you've heard the bad and the ugly, let's hear the good:

In the car on the way to swimming:
L:  Mom, remember that time at the dentist when I was picking a treat out of the treat bag and the lady smiled and said that I was getting floss?
Me:  Yes, that was so fun, wasn't it?
L:  (sigh)  Yeah, mom.  She was so terrified of me.  I was lucky.
Me:  Terrified?  Really?
L:  Yeah, so terrified.
Me:  So, what does terrified mean?
L:  Terrified is another way to say she was really impressed with me and my floss.  Really impressed.

Arg

Today has not been a banner day for parenting.  Lucas is really into well, how should I put this, whatever he wants at that moment.  He is really testing limits in ways that I never thought he would, even though I know that it is completely normal.  Normal and annoying. 

As we were leaving Becky's house today, the Lucas waterworks went nuts, and he actually said, "Why don't you ever want me to be happy????"  And by said, I mean he screamed.  And screamed, and screamed, and........you get it?  Once we got home, "Why don't you ever let me eat?  I am so huuuuuuunnnnnnnggggggrrrrrryyyy?? " "Why do you always help Elllllllliiiiiiiiiiooooooootttttt and you never even help me with aaaaaaaannnnnnnnyyyyyyything????"  And so on, and so on, and so on..

So of course we talked and hugged and kissed and ate and I put Mr. Littlest down for his nap, and that, my friends is when things got ugly.  Apparently, I earned the worst mom of the world award by carrying his guitar to his room.  So I suppose I earned the FORTY minutes of tearful accusations about how I don't take care of him, and I don't help him be happy, and I don't turn on the fan because he wants to turn on the fan, and I shouldn't touch the guitar because he wants to move it, and so on and so forth.

And when he woke up the baby, I think I broke.  I gave him eyes that made him think, uh oh, was that too much?  and then I told him to close his mouth and not make a sound.  But that baby was up.  And I was UNhappy.  I got the baby back to sleep, and Lucas woke him up three more times.  Oh man.  I pulled Lucas out of his bed to put him on the couch so Elliott could have some peace, and Lucas kicked it up to "why don't you ever snuggle me, I want what I want so that I could want to close my eyes,"  ensuring me that he was exhausted beyond words and yet somehow digging up reserves of energy to make me crazier. 

I told him I loved him.  He said "why don't you ever read me a story?"  I said let's snuggle and you close your eyes.  He said, "why aren't you making me happy?  You don't even want me to be happy."
Then, a ray of sunshine in the storm, he said, "mom, let's go i nmy room so that we can snuggle better.'

And then, sweet, sweet sleep.  (him, not me)  Just like that, his breathing changed to sleepy sounds, and I said "I love you," and he said, "I love you", and rolled over.  I still love him.

A year ago

 Also a Matt face.  A year younger!

 A few days before the Big Event.   My room looks clean, though! 

 Oh, Lordy.  Wide Load!!!  I sure did love being pregnant!

My tiny love.