Skip to main content

oh, hi!

these sleepy blue eyes melt me so.
i (barely) made it to the gym again this morning. i say this not to brag, but because it's the backdrop for this morning's sweetness. 

i got up early (not early enough to be on time) and when i was all ready except for john, i went into his room singing the silly little morning song i use on the days i have to wake him up. he didn't stir. i turned on the lamp and went to his crib and started rubbing his back. a little movement, but not a peep. and heavy eyes that didn't open.

finally i picked up his not-quite-24-lbs of dead weight and carried him to his changing table. i lay him down and began changing his diaper. he rubbed his eyes, looked at me, smiled, and said, "oh, hi!" as if he was surprised to see me there!

he cooperatively got dressed, sat up and asked for his shoes. i asked if he wanted to give daddy hugs goodbye and he did, along with kisses and an i love you or three. as we walked out the door, he said, "have a great day, daddy!"

in the car on the way to daycare, we talked about how john was going to play with his friends today. "i be nice," he said. "be nice to friends." i asked him if he would be happy to see his teachers, and he said enthusiastically, "yes, ma'am! get out of the car in a minute, at school."

feeling somewhat optimistic that we might avoid a crying fit this morning, we arrived at school, got out of the car, and walked in. john didn't fight - he walked with me the whole way. we got to his room, and he walked in and saw his teacher and his friends. "good morning!" he said.

i leaned down next to him, knowing darn well i was tempting fate - i should run out the door while he's not paying intention. "may i have a kiss?" i asked instead?

"yes, mommy," he said, and planted one on my cheek. and i walked out of the room ...

and he didn't cry.

from the moment he opened his eyes to the moment i left was a sum total of 22 minutes. but the amount of sweetness in that brief time is getting me through a very tired day. i can't wait to hug him again tonight!
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

pull up your big boy undies

"what time is it? mommy? what oclock?" john's teacher told me something amazing today. "you should bring me some big boy undies," she said, "i haven't changed john in weeks." it seems that at school, since they check in with him periodically to see if he has to potty, and since his very smart teacher has noticed his (very regular) bowel movement schedule, john is potty trained. at 9am at 2pm, she plops him on the toilet. he might sit for 20 minutes, reading a book. when she checks on him, he says, "i just poo-pooin', miss meka." and when he's done, he's good and done. we're not quite that far along at home, but tonight we go shopping for big boy undies. and i'm sure we'll have a few accidents, but that's just a part of the process ... and soon my little boo will be in big boy undies full time. and ... it's a great time for him to be out of diapers. because good lord willing and the creek ...
Post a Comment
Read more

this is 38

this is 38. grocery store sushi and cake, 8pm, alone. and for a minute, i let it feel every bit that sad and blue. because honestly, sometimes things feel sad and blue. and one thing i am learning is that i can't deny that sad and blue. i gotta sit with it, feel it, cry a tear or three in my mediocre cake, and just be. this is 38. i am not 100% sure what i expected, but i had high hopes of a lovely birthday evening with my fellas, and instead i picked up the three crankiest angriest bullyingest boys in the universe when i went to the daycare. they were mean to each other and didn't want anything to do with anything i had to say. and instead of enjoying hanging out, we argued and fought and they went to bed unhappy and i sat down for my un-exciting birthday dinner, alone. but another thing i am learning is that routine is my friend. so i started my evening routine, finding my rhythm. a few minutes of sweeping and cleaning. a few minutes of prep for tomorrow, lunch...
Post a Comment
Read more

on lullabies

i am not a singer. if you've sat behind me in church, you know this to be true. (and i'm sorry.) a musician, yes. a singer no. and yet i find myself singing to john almost nonstop. and the beauty is, he seems to actually like it! (there's no accounting for taste. he also thinks i'm the most beautiful woman in the world. i'm no ogre, but i'm certainly not winning any beauty contests outside of my son's brain!) and actually, i've written some lullabies for john that are pretty nice. and it made me think: did your parents sing to you? do you remember what they sang, and better yet, if you have kids, do you sing the same songs to them? reply in the comments!
5 comments
Read more