Boogieism

Boog told me the other day after I told him to put his clothes in the hamper that, "Your wasting my time."

I didn't know that a three year old kept a schedule. I guess next time I'll check with his calendar to make sure that I schedule in time for him to pick up his own clothes.

The Art of Errands

When you become a mother, you do not realize how something so simple can turn into a half day event.

Boog and I had a few errands to run today. Actually just one. It took an hour and a half. We had to pick up parent shirts for baseball. This means we had to drive there. Park. Get out. Walk in. Tell them why we were there. And leave.

This is how it happened. We drove. I listened to Boog tell me how he wanted to watch the paint part of Curious George. Over and over. And over again. I had to explain to him that I can't work a dvd player in the back seat while Mommy is in the front seat. Driving. That wasn't the answer that he wanted to hear. Once we made it to the parking lot and parked we had to struggle with the flip flop that fell off his foot. Of course I couldn't do it. He had to do it. That was at least another four minutes. When I finally got him out he didn't want to hold my hand. He wanted to hold his own hand. So, now I'm pulling this kid through the parking lot...holding his own hand. We make it into the store to the register. I tell her what I need. I get it.

He sees Crocs. He wants them. He is in this weird girl phase of his life where he has to try on shoes. Everywhere. He doesn't try on my shoes at home but when we are in a place that has shoes...he is all over it. Telling me that they are too big for him. Uh, yeah, they are and son, I just don't think pink is your color.

He then decided that he didn't want shoes, he wanted to run around the store. Barefooted. I am so glad that we were the only ones in there and the employees didn't seem annoyed. Finally, we got to leave. Walking back to the car, dragging him back out...holding his own hand.

American Idol...FAIL!

I'm watching bits and pieces. I can't get into it. I just can't. I use to like this show. Anoop? He is "talking" out the song Beat It. At this moment, all I want him to do is beat it!

Paula this year. Oh Paula. She is still drinking rum with her coke but I also think she has added smoking the pipe too. She should exit stage left with Anoop.

I'm so out

I'm leaving. To go somewhere. Without kids. At night. With the husband. I'm stoked!

He's just a little stoked

Those my friends are tickets to a game. A baseball game. A University of Florida...Gators baseball game. Brudder loves baseball. Brudder also loves the Gators. (don't think my parenting had anything to do with that!) Brudder is way stoked.

The only thing he disliked is the fact that we now have to wait fifteen days to go. Fifteen days. I know. How could I put him through this sort of misery. I want to know where the last seven and a half years of his life went. He was a baby just yesterday.

I can wait out the fifteen days. Him. Not so much.

(This is something cool for us to do with him but also part of my New Year Resolution Project. You can check that out here. New Year Resolution Project

Fear does not live here

This kid of mine has absolutely no fear at all. Heights mean nothing to him. Falling. Done that. I think he is part monkey. Seriously.

He went around these three things, at times hanging, at least a dozen times. Over and over. And over again.

He would have slept at the top of one of these if I would have let him.

No sign language needed

Today, Boog had his three year checkup. He was on his best behavior. So much so that he didn't talk at all. They probably thought my kid was a mute. I had to make it a point that he does talk and scream at home on a regular basis. He wouldn't even participate in the preschool readiness test. It's the test where they show the cards and the kids are suppose to tell them what it is. (tree, door etc.) He also wouldn't speak a word about what color his shirt was.

Test result. Inconclusive.

Oh well. He's a typical three year old. He is the first kid of the three to teach me this. The older two spoiled me with being so easy...so good...all the time. Boog on the other hand has taught me exactly what the terrible twos and the horrendous threes are all about. Lucky for him, he's cute.

Fifteen more years people...fifteen more years!

Ten Years Old

In every birthday post that I do, the first question is always, "Where has the time gone?" This time though, I really mean it. Ten years. You have been in my life for an entire decade.

You are the one that introduced me to motherhood. The one that taught me how to be a mother. How to love someone else more than myself. The one that taught me how to walk with my heart outside of my body. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were going to make an impact on everyone around you. And you have.

I know that your future has nothing but great things in store for you. You have become this amazing person. You are beyond your years already. Your intelligence amazes me all the time.

I can not wait to see how the next ten years unfold. The last have been some of the most memorable for me. I can not imagine my life without you in it. I love you baby boy!

Love,
Momma