I am so enjoying my son right now. I was thinking last night that all the hard stuff is over for a while. Of course, I’ll have parents of older children laughing at that comment but in essence all the baby chores are done. We’ve conquered weaning, learning to eat, learning to walk, learning to talk (of course this one leads to learning when to be silent, but that will probably never happen) and finally (drum roll please) the last of the diapers have gone away. We tried to get rid of the late night diaper a few months ago. Okay, my darling hubby forced the issue and we had a week of laundry every day as a result of the wet sheets and midnight baths. I just wasn’t ready for the task at that point. Anyhow, we gave up the ghost for a while. Blissful sleep again for a couple weeks until we ran out of the last of the pull-ups and it happened to be mid-paycheck during a particularly poor month. I decided then and there, I’m not buying more diapers. Every night I woke the sleepy little boy up at 1:00am to go to the bathroom and sat on the floor yawning with a grumpy child trying to convince him he needed do this. We had a couple tantrums over the disappearance of the bedtime milk. And after a month of this routine he magically sleeps through the entire night dry! I was completely amazed, still am actually.
To top off this miracle he’s just the sweetest little boy lately. I need to tape some of the things Jake says so I can play them back when he reaches the pre-teen “I hate you” phase. Lately he’s very aware of where things come from. I know part of this comes from the talks we have about why mommy and daddy work when he’s in school.
This morning I made him oatmeal. As I’m cooking it he comes in the kitchen and asks, “Mommy, did you buy the oatmeal for me?”
“Yes, Jake, I bought the oatmeal”
He looks up at me with that cherubic face, a smile of love and joy lifting his plump little cheeks and says, “Oh, thank you Mommy” with a reverent tone of awe in his voice from the sheer gratitude of having me buy something just for him. Now, that’s enough to permanently melt any mother’s heart.
He’s also come up with various names for me that give me a clue as to his current mood. If he wants something he knows he’s not likely to get he’ll say “Aw, Mom!” sounding very much like an exasperated 7 year old. If he loves something I’m doing or wants to snuggle then I’m Mommy. The funniest one of all is when he’s feeling spunky and playful. Then he calls me Momma. It almost sounds like he’s saying MOMA, which makes me laugh more because around here that’s short for the Museum of Modern Art. I may think of myself as artistic but modern, not so much.
Before you have children you never expect a three year old is going to have such a personality and such a sense of humor. He amazes me every day.
Oh, and the pictures are Jake's version of being eaten by a shark. I told him, "Act scared!" This is what I got, lol.
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