OK...so we did want a boy...and we wanted him to be all boy. Can I just say we got what we asked for. I think I have mentioned before that my little man is so different from my girls...but I need to stress...HE IS SO DIFFERENT FROM MY GIRLS. No I am not yelling at you...I just want you to understand that I am not joking.
Well...I have to confess, he has been known to play with Barbies, Mermaids, and Little Pets...but he plays with them quite differently. Instead of talking sweet, dressing them and making sure they have shoes and a purse...he will use a dinosaur to attack the innocent barbie. He also likes to pretend they are drowning and spider-man will rescue them. He is so sweet.
However, there are those moments that remind me why I used such an odd title for my blog. I am reminded constantly that the grace I try to exhibit to my kids does not even compare to the grace my God gave me. So if he can take me as I am with all my faults and all my mistakes and still love me...then no matter what my little man throws at me...I love him more than he will ever realize. Today was one of those days...I just wanted to share some moments with you...step into my shoes for a moment...
It started this morning...early...around 3:30a.m. I think...may have been 5:30a.m. but that doesn't matter...it was early and my eyes were not seeing straight. My wonderful little man comes to MY side of the bed and says 'here you go, here you go' and he proceeds to hand me his 'foo-foos'. Then says again 'here you go, here you go' and as I put my hand out he puts his face close to my hand and...can you guess what happened? Yep, he puked right in my hand...
So we spent some time in the bathroom (daddy snoring) cleaning up and making sure he is ok. He was fine...just got choked or something. Chalk that up to my first battle scar of the day.
We played in the floor for a bit and I was 'getting him'...so he turned around and said 'get you'. So cute right? Well, I was not expecting the head-but he gave me. When I said ouch...he gave my head a kiss! Yep, he is a sweetie. Second battle scar.
The next victim was Sweet Girl as little man ran in her room to give her a Barbie...he said 'here you go, here you go' and tossed the barbie to her. Now, I say tossed...what I should said was chunked it right at her head. Luckily she was standing up when he was throwing and it caught her on the leg...after lot's of crying he said 'sorry' and kissed her leg. Third battle scar.
Playing outside while daddy and Sweet girl went to pick up Big girl...he said 'play wis me'...ok I agreed. So he wanted me to stand at the slide while he went up the ladder and down the slide. So sweet, until...out of the blue he slid down, jumped up, ran over to me, stepped on my toe, and kicked me in the shin. Honestly, I was shocked. He has never done anything like that...I told him I did not want to play anymore because he hurt me...again came the 'I sorry'...kiss on the foot and shin...and there goes the fourth and fifth battle scar.
Finally, it is bath time...what can happen at bath time...well, let's just say, I was not in the bath but I think I had more water on me than he did. Little man does not like getting his hair washed and tonight he protested by stomping his foot in the tub (water everywhere), flinging the mermaid he was playing with (water everywhere), then on the last rinse he raised his arm, hit the cup (again water everywhere). Sixth battle scar.
OK...so we are in jammies and now mommy needs to potty (yes I said potty)...but little man is right by my side. He wants to play ball...but mommy wants to go potty. So my bright idea...I say...look little man, if you toss the ball and hit the wall, it will bounce right back to you. Well, can you guess what happened? He THREW the ball (he does have a good throw) at the wall which is in very close proximity to the toilet...where I was sitting...and BAM right in the face. Seventh battle scar, but I guess that one is my fault!
Once everyone was home and the excitement of seeing Big girl was calmed...daddy put the kids to bed so I could work. I am almost finished with my work...I just thought I would share my battle scars!
He is so stinking cute...you just can not be upset with him...take a look:
I told T that Little man got his hair color from his dad (I've seen the baby pics, at least I think I'm right on that?) He said he can't believe Little Man's dad was ever as cute as LM!
ReplyDeleteHey...your quote is cracking me up...and never say NEVER woman...I keep waiting for the day you actually start crying (cuz that's what you'll do) and say Yes when I ask you if you're pregnant :~)
Aww! He is cute the little rascal! The wedding was great, I have a few pictures on myspace.
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