I know I'm playing the good wife there huh?
And now your wondering if this is all I'm going to write about. No.
Today I am going to write about my son.
I know I write about him but that is usually complaining because he has gotten into something or is just being a pill. And trust me I could write all day about all the stuff he has gotten into today but I don't want to. Today it seems almost unimportant that he got into the entertainment center and took out all my photos, or that he figured out the fish tank door lock and got trapped under neath in the cabinet, or that he licked my camera lens, or that he clipped the dog leash to the ceiling fan pull while he was standing on the dinning room table.
Today after every time out he has been in he has come up to me and told me that he loves me and gave me a kiss. I know that this is his way of thinking that because he kissed me he can go do whatever he wants. He learned from the best, his father does this all the time. I am going to have to have a long talk with his father about this. Trust me...
Mason is 2 and some change. He stands about 37 inches and weighs a ton, or about 35 lbs, whatever, weight doesn't matter when it is centered on your hip or pulling your bra strap.
Lately his vocab has just exploded and he does the funniest things. He is currently teaching himself how to burp. You read that right. Burp.
He will get all quiet in the car drinking his water and then pretty soon I will hear noises coming from the backseat that sound like burps but not really, just a deep throaty sound. Once in a while it will actually work and he will really burp and surprise himself. He just starts giggling so hard he will end up with the hiccups. Even though I admonish him for his behavior I secretly love it. I always wonder what he will do next.
Like this morning he came into my room and put Monkey under the blankets beside me and kissed me on the cheek and told me night night and started to go downstairs.
Oh, how I would have loved to lay there and go back to sleep as my eyes were like sandpaper but I know how much damage that certain 2 year old can do to a house.
I love how he pushes his tonka truck around the yard at full speed with his butt up in the air. How he makes the car noises on inhale and exhale. I know multi talented he is.
He watches me like a hawk when I interact with the dog and has started to mimic me. He will go to the door and yell 'Hyde, come, NOW!!'. If Hyde is waiting at the door he won't let the dog in until he gets it all out. It really is cute especially when he tells Hyde to sit and stay.
Lately he has started to use the word 'wait'. This one frustrates me because he will tell me wait and then come 'now'. I pick him up and kiss him and tell him he can't talk to his momma that way. He giggles and kisses me and thinks it is okay.
I love the sweaty little hugs and when he gets all sassy and dances with me in the living room. I know Barney is his favorite singer because that is the only time it is okay to dance with mom.
I love, love, LOVE how he has to take monkey everywhere. It is so cute to see him run somewhere with monkey tucked up under his arm. If he is going to play with something and he doesn't want monkey to 'play with him' he will set monkey in a chair and tell him to 'sit and stay'.
I love to listen to him 'sing' his 'ABCs' or as he sings it 'aeiooyu'. I'm not sure how it happened but the kid can carry a tune. I can't. Nope. I have no clue where he gets this from.
I love how he likes to 'help'.
I love his shoe fetish. Takes after me there. He loves shoes. Absolutely loves them. He don't care if they are 5 sizes too big if those are the ones he wants to wear that day then that is what he is going to wear.
And this mother of a son stuff is hard. We have to learn all these new things. Like car noises, what different things smell like, how to raise a little man who is sweet and endearing while being honest.
But most of all I love how he loves me. Whole heartily and most of the time unconditionally. (Monkey is still not allowed in the bathroom with me) He's two and I killed (washed) monkey.
Every night I pray for the sweet girl that will one day be his wife. I know that me as a wife controls what happens in my house and it would break my heart to think that he would one day marry some she-b!tch that would steal him away from me or marry him for his money and not for him and who he is. Things that I never thought I would have to worry about. But most of all I hope that he always loves his momma and always kisses me goodbye no matter who is watching. That he is always considerate and kind.
I know he better be one tough little kid... I've heard it builds character to be a momma's boy... oh it just gets his butt kicked everyday... well then we better start teaching him to defend himself...I'm not willing to let my 'baby' boy go yet.
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