Supporting you in motherhood, one little blog post at a time
Me and the boys watched Miss Cutie so her Mom could go to her open house at school.
First we ran.
A lot.
Then Full Speed and T.Puzzle showed off their awesome dance moves.
Then it was time to play pretend kindergarten.
Miss Cutie kept up with the boys and we all had a blast. Even though she was only here an hour, we experienced the excitement of a 100 lifetimes in that short time.
This is the life of T.Puzzle and Full Speed.
Non-stop.
It is customary for my boys to have a snack before bedtime. This can be done while viewing a show or if I am doing the nighttime routine solo, I prefer the boys have their treat in the kitchen (logistically easier to manage and clean).
Heading into our usual nighttime ritual, I put Full Speed in the shower downstairs. As he careened out of the stall upon shower completion (bathing makes him insanely energetic as does pretty much anything like breathing, eating and just generally being alive), he shouts over his shoulder, “What’s my treat for tonight?”
Despite his extreme spasticity, he had the wherewithal to notice that T.Puzzle was already headed to the kitchen table to get his Cheerios. Full Speed was dying to know what he was going to have.
“Your treat is that I am your mother,” I deadpanned.
He was shocked into silence (score!).
Ah, the power of a good smart aleck remark. Mostly I use these kind of statements for good and sometimes just for my own entertainment. Clearly, my social calendar could use some serious resuscitation.
And, for the record, Full Speed not only got the continued wonder of having me as his mother, but he got some cookies, too (much to his relief).
Full Speed seems rife with imaginary stomach ailments as of late. I believe his symptoms are being caused by an acute case of brotherly jealousitis. Apparently watching your little brother get doted on post-surgery as well as getting to stay home with Mom during his recovery is enough to make any older brother’s stomach ‘hurt’.
Full Speed feebly tried to play the sick card this morning only to be revitalized by the promise of a PB&J sandwich in his packed lunch. Upon his return home from the school day he gave a convincing performance that he was going to ‘PUKE!’ (which he never did but boy did he make me scramble) and needed several moments of quiet rest upstairs (which required being ‘checked-on’ ad nauseum by me).
He ‘rested’ 10 minutes tops and then he was miraculously ‘better’. You should have seen the way he inhaled his dinner. He was like a mini-human vacuum. That put all concerns about the health of his stomach to rest.
My hope is side effects of brotherly jealousitis may include drowsiness, reduced opinion making and total compliance with maternal demands.
That is so beyond the realm of possibility I just made my own stomach hurt.
This is T.Puzzle the morning after his second eye surgery playing calmly with his brother:
As you can tell, it’s a super easy to keep him calm and collected as his eyes are healing. And Full Speed really does his part to keep T.Puzzle calm, too.
If you ever need tips on how to quiet down the chaos in your life, clearly I am your guru on such matters.
You’re welcome.
You know your day is long if you are spending a majority of it praying to the ‘napping gods’ that your very contrary three year old will take an afternoon snooze. T.Puzzle is on the dreaded cusp of outgrowing his nap altogether. It’s not such a bad thing on days we are on the go and everyone is in a good mood. On the days when despite all appearances (crazy running, yelling and jumping), T.Puzzle’s little body needs recovery time post-surgery; a nap can be a much needed thing. In addition to the health benefits it also should hopefully improve his mood as it seems he woke up on the oppositional defiant side of his bed this morning.
Apparently, ‘No!’ and ‘I not!’ can never be overused in his wiseguy opinion.
Thank god he’s asleep right now. At least if he’s sleeping he ain’t talking and therein lies the real beauty of a napping child.