in june 2010, our lives got turned upside down in the best possible way: the birth of our awesome kiddo, john. in october 2013, brother charlie charged into our life to change the status quo again. and june 2016 brought us brother ben to round out our trio.

i'm proud to have "mom" at the top of the list of titles on my resume, but i'm also still a hard-working professional. how does a working mom juggle work and family? ride along with me and see if i can figure it out!

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

opinions

actual quote:
"i wear a book hat, mommy!"

waking up came early for no apparent reason for me this morning. 5:29 a.m., fast asleep ... 5:30am, mentally making media plans for the holiday season. what??

the good news is, that means some quiet time before the rest of the house stirs. and even once my husband is up, we just listen with one ear for a little voice as we go about our morning routines.

around 7:00am, i hear a telltale sound and pop into john's room to help him get up.

"i'm sorry, mommy." is the first thing he has to say. his eyes are still clamped shut and he barely even knows i'm there.

"sorry for what, little monkey?"

"sorry for not listening, mommy."

i'm not sure if that was a preemptive apology or if he dreamed he was being bad, but i guess i'll take it.

the next thing he said was that he wanted to get dressed. i said ok, and pulled out a pair of shorts that he helped me wiggle him into.

"do you want to wear your alaska shirt, john?"

"NO!!! mommy, i want a red shirt."

(cue mommy on a hunt for a red shirt. it's in the dryer, hasn't been folded and put away yet.)

"how about this shirt, baby?"

his eyes lit up as he nodded excitedly and we wiggled into that shirt as well.

"would you like red socks, too?" i asked.

"OH YES! mommy, red socks." came the reply.

so we put on red socks.

"how about these shoes?" i suggested.

"no, mommy. i want other shoes please," said my sartorially inclined child.

"how about THESE shoes?" i asked, holding up a different pair of sneakers.

"no, mommy, OTHER shoes!" he said, pointing at the closet.

the only shoes left were his tuxedo shoes. so yes, we wore blue plaid shorts, red t shirt and socks, and tuxedo shoes for the morning. by the time we left the house, i had talked him into regular sneakers. but in the meantime, he ran about happily, a ridiculous testament to the power of his own opinions.

pretty cool, if you ask me.

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