So anyone that knows me knows that the love of my life is my twenty-two month old son, Jackson. He is growing by leaps and bounds everyday. His vocabulary is growing too, on average he learns two more words every week. This was a most productive week.....He learned THREE new words. I think it might have something to do with him starting a new preschool. He's really learning so much it's money well spent,definitely. I even bought him a new backpack with his name monogrammed on it, it's so cute!! It's blue with orange writing... but that's beside the point ... The point is this week I got to hear the three words every mother can't wait for her son to rehearse over and over like music in her ears. Such a blessing.
It was like a sweet child' s symphony with that little angelic voice and those big blues eyes staring up at me, my son said the first of the three words that made this a truly remarkable week.
"mine!" he yelled with little warning that I was about to enter a power struggle with my toddler over ownership of my bottled water. I was in mid sip and he crawled into my lap and squeezed the bottle directly in the middle forcing water prematurely to the back of my throat and causing me to choke. From then on EVERYTHING was his. The remote, my clothes, and for a brief moment mommy's butt. To which we had a little sit down. The house was filled with sounds of the seagulls in Finding Nemo. 'Mine, mine, mine, mine"
He has also discovered my make-up (which my mother assures me is normal, but it somehow doesn't relieve my concern...)I walked into my room and he had gotten into my extremely black eye shadow and had conveniently found the applicator brush. ( lucky me!) Now just because it's eye shadow does not necessarily mean that you need to use it specifically on your eyes. Which is something my creative son knows inherently because when I walked in, it was all over his face, body , and hair. I grabbed the brush away from him and explained to him that everything behind mommy's door was mommy's and he did not have permission to touch anything in my room. To which he replied with word number two, "Why?".... weren't they supposed to pick this up in a year or two from now?.... I was a whole spectrum of emotions at that second and not quite sure how to proceed. One, as a mother I was excited that he learned a new word and wanted to congratulate him with hugs and kisses and lots of praise. Two, I wanted to beat his little ass for touching my favorite black eyeshadow and wasting it on his gorgeous blond hair which was now sort of leopard. Three, I wanted to laugh at the silly face he was making .....so cute. Four, is this little such and such back talking me? I don't think so. I'm gonna go find a belt! So I compromised and came up with "because I said so!" ( yeah, that oughta do it! )
Not so much, because he just fired back with another "why?" ......"because...um. I said it and that is what makes it so.." because because I don't know because how do you explain to a two year that you want to maintain healthy boundaries in your home and a mutual respect for property?? Then the light bulb came on. "because it's mine" how you like that? little taste of you own medicine? " no, mine!" and there it was. I was having a baby fight with my toddler. "Did you buy it?" ..."no" ..."well then it's mine just like everything else in this place is mine. I just let you borrow it ." There I had put my foot down. Now please tell me why I was feeling guilty?
I pretty much want to pinch his cheeks 24-7 because he is so adorably cute and when he looks at me it's hard to say anything but "awwwwe he's so cute I just want to give him sugars, yes I do, I sure do, mommy's gonna give you sugars, I'm gonna get you....Here comes the tickle monster!!" and then my day is shot to hell. But I would suffer in silence because I wouldn't let my tiny enemy know that my heart hurt for having to be cross with him. Every parents burden.
His little beaming face on top of his little chubby body came running up to me and wrapped his arms around my legs and gave me a hug. Then he gleefully stretched his arms upward towards me and then he started frowning. A look I was familiar with. Anytime he was concentrating on learning something he gets a baby furrow in his baby brow and a frown on his face. Very intense. So I knew something good was coming...... wait for it.
With his little chubby hands reaching for me my son yells "HOE" The world stop rotating on it's axis... "Excuse me WHAT did you just say?" to which he started flailing his arms in a urgency dance "Hoe, hoe, hoe hoe" Then I realized in the context it seems like he was asking for help into my arms. It was like Plymouth Rock all over again... Or at least I think communicating with my son is a lot like the pilgrims and the indians must of been. Was he saying help? Maybe my son wasn't calling me a derogatory name after all. This made me relieved. "ooooooooh you mean HEEELLLLPPPP" I phonetically volunteered. Still waiting on me to pick him off the ground he retorts."HOE" Each time saying it with more punch than the last and seemingly louder.... So now every time he needs assistant I get called a name. How is this fair?
I have been trying to help him correct himself but I have yet to see any progress. "H-E-L-P, help. Is what you want to say. Say it with me." "hoe" "no with a p at the end, you have to make a pe' sound" "hoe" "you talkin' to me?" "hoe" "oh it's on now!" "hoe" " Are you calling me a hoe? Cause we can take this outside." "hoe."
With kids it's never a dull moment and they are ALWAYS testing boundaries and learning something new. The trick is both of you getting out of it in one piece.
It was like a sweet child' s symphony with that little angelic voice and those big blues eyes staring up at me, my son said the first of the three words that made this a truly remarkable week.
"mine!" he yelled with little warning that I was about to enter a power struggle with my toddler over ownership of my bottled water. I was in mid sip and he crawled into my lap and squeezed the bottle directly in the middle forcing water prematurely to the back of my throat and causing me to choke. From then on EVERYTHING was his. The remote, my clothes, and for a brief moment mommy's butt. To which we had a little sit down. The house was filled with sounds of the seagulls in Finding Nemo. 'Mine, mine, mine, mine"
He has also discovered my make-up (which my mother assures me is normal, but it somehow doesn't relieve my concern...)I walked into my room and he had gotten into my extremely black eye shadow and had conveniently found the applicator brush. ( lucky me!) Now just because it's eye shadow does not necessarily mean that you need to use it specifically on your eyes. Which is something my creative son knows inherently because when I walked in, it was all over his face, body , and hair. I grabbed the brush away from him and explained to him that everything behind mommy's door was mommy's and he did not have permission to touch anything in my room. To which he replied with word number two, "Why?".... weren't they supposed to pick this up in a year or two from now?.... I was a whole spectrum of emotions at that second and not quite sure how to proceed. One, as a mother I was excited that he learned a new word and wanted to congratulate him with hugs and kisses and lots of praise. Two, I wanted to beat his little ass for touching my favorite black eyeshadow and wasting it on his gorgeous blond hair which was now sort of leopard. Three, I wanted to laugh at the silly face he was making .....so cute. Four, is this little such and such back talking me? I don't think so. I'm gonna go find a belt! So I compromised and came up with "because I said so!" ( yeah, that oughta do it! )
Not so much, because he just fired back with another "why?" ......"because...um. I said it and that is what makes it so.." because because I don't know because how do you explain to a two year that you want to maintain healthy boundaries in your home and a mutual respect for property?? Then the light bulb came on. "because it's mine" how you like that? little taste of you own medicine? " no, mine!" and there it was. I was having a baby fight with my toddler. "Did you buy it?" ..."no" ..."well then it's mine just like everything else in this place is mine. I just let you borrow it ." There I had put my foot down. Now please tell me why I was feeling guilty?
I pretty much want to pinch his cheeks 24-7 because he is so adorably cute and when he looks at me it's hard to say anything but "awwwwe he's so cute I just want to give him sugars, yes I do, I sure do, mommy's gonna give you sugars, I'm gonna get you....Here comes the tickle monster!!" and then my day is shot to hell. But I would suffer in silence because I wouldn't let my tiny enemy know that my heart hurt for having to be cross with him. Every parents burden.
His little beaming face on top of his little chubby body came running up to me and wrapped his arms around my legs and gave me a hug. Then he gleefully stretched his arms upward towards me and then he started frowning. A look I was familiar with. Anytime he was concentrating on learning something he gets a baby furrow in his baby brow and a frown on his face. Very intense. So I knew something good was coming...... wait for it.
With his little chubby hands reaching for me my son yells "HOE" The world stop rotating on it's axis... "Excuse me WHAT did you just say?" to which he started flailing his arms in a urgency dance "Hoe, hoe, hoe hoe" Then I realized in the context it seems like he was asking for help into my arms. It was like Plymouth Rock all over again... Or at least I think communicating with my son is a lot like the pilgrims and the indians must of been. Was he saying help? Maybe my son wasn't calling me a derogatory name after all. This made me relieved. "ooooooooh you mean HEEELLLLPPPP" I phonetically volunteered. Still waiting on me to pick him off the ground he retorts."HOE" Each time saying it with more punch than the last and seemingly louder.... So now every time he needs assistant I get called a name. How is this fair?
I have been trying to help him correct himself but I have yet to see any progress. "H-E-L-P, help. Is what you want to say. Say it with me." "hoe" "no with a p at the end, you have to make a pe' sound" "hoe" "you talkin' to me?" "hoe" "oh it's on now!" "hoe" " Are you calling me a hoe? Cause we can take this outside." "hoe."
With kids it's never a dull moment and they are ALWAYS testing boundaries and learning something new. The trick is both of you getting out of it in one piece.
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