Don't Mess With Me...

So, last night, A was being ornery (big surprise, I know).  T & I had both told her no multiple times.  Needless to say she was less than thrilled.  Her response?  She went in the playroom, got a toy gun & a microphone, & pretended to shoot us.  Apparently, we've been watching too many superhero shows...

Ehh...

Ever have one of those days where you just can't seem to catch a break?  You know the ones where everything is going wrong, & as soon as you think, "how could this day get any worse?" it does.  Well, that's the kind of day I had.  It actually started out pretty well, but went down hill quickly.  Without getting to into it.  We didn't eat lunch until 3:00, by the time both kids were in bed asleep it was quarter till 10, & just when I thought things couldn't get worse, I knocked a fish off the counter.  Yes, a live fish was flopping on my kitchen floor.  Tears were shed.  It was a rough day.

My Sweet Boy

I just have to "mom gush" over Z for a minute.  He has got to be the sweetest little boy I've ever met, & I'm not just saying that because he's mine.  I just don't want to forget these sweet little moments with him.

Tonight when he was getting into bed (he falls asleep in our bed, & then we transfer him to his own), I was putting some clothes away in my closet.  He wasn't quite asleep when I finished, so he asked me to come snuggle.  I tried my best to squeeze into bed between him & A who was already asleep, but didn't quite fit.  So, he just hugged my head.  He brushed a stray hair out of my face, kissed my forehead, & held my hand.  After a few minutes, he told me I was squishing his legs.  Before I got up, I went to give him a kiss, & tell him I love him.  It went like this:

Me- I love you so much!

Z- I love you so much, too!

Me- You're the sweetest boy.

Z- You're the sweetest Momma.

The whole time that we were talking, he was giving me "eskimo kisses" (rubbing noses).  Then he giggled, & held my cheeks to kiss my nose.

It's moments like these that get me through the tantrums.  Every night he holds my hands while he falls asleep.  No matter how awful our day was, that makes it all worth it.  I hope he never outgrows holding my hand.

-M