My Days as a Mommy

Thought I'd change things up a bit for a little variety. 

We've hit a new phase. I call it the "I've discovered I don't have to do what you tell me to do" phase. It's really pretty interesting. My sweet little toddler who would follow directions, sit in the shopping cart nicely, enjoy a casual meal out, sleep nicely through the night - nope not any more. AHHHKKK we've seen a preview into the terrible twos!

It's not a communication issue because C is really verbal and I can understand about 90% of what he's saying. I think it's a "exercising my own will" type of thing. It can't get C to come into the house when I ask. I have to pick up his 30lb body all screaming and hot and bring him in. I spend most of my time at restaurants with C under the table picking up cars, books and crayons that get thrown when he's lost interest. Shopping! This one is the worst I think. C used to be such a great little shopper with his mommy but I get about 30 mins in the cart or stroller before we have a freak out and he wants to walk. I get nothing done. I can barely get him buckled into his car seat when he doesn't want to be in it. He is strong and he'll twist, turn and squirm as much as he can so I can't get his buckle on. All of this is physically exhausting because he's in the 95th percentile for weight.

The other day after being home alone with C most of the day, my muscles were aching so badly. He put up a physical struggle in every way possible...coming inside, car seat, going downstairs to get a bath...the works. Bath seemed to calm him down which helped. But after his customary romp around the house naked, I didn't hear any sounds coming from the family room where I knew he had gone. I turned the corner and there was my sweet little naked son peeing in the corner of the room.  He laughed when he knew he was caught. I would have laughed too if I had any energy left. 

I wrestled his pajamas on and then about 7pm in walks the HERO of the day...DADDY! Immediately, mommy is chopped liver and its Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.  I'm somewhat used to this by now because C has been in a "Daddy phase" for at least the past year.  Tonight, Mommy doesn't even get to read any good night stories, one of my favorite times of the day, because C pushed me away when he was reading a book with Daddy.  Instead, I went to clean up the pee.  Cue water works.  It was just a lot for one day and Mommy really needed a snuggle.  I got one in the morning of course.

Some of my mommy days are tough but none can even compare to my tough infertility days.  C is hilarious, strong-willed, sensitive and out-going. He loves to dance, sing, read and play trucks. I am so blessed to be his mommy and my heart melts when he grabs my face with his little hands, pulls me in and kisses me once on either cheek like he's European. No idea where he learned that but its absolutely adorable.