Tuesday, February 19, 2013
So...There's This Boy...
Oh, this boy! He pushes my buttons like no one else. He makes me crazy one moment and laugh hysterically the next. Feel free to read about a few of his recent stunners below or heed my warning that some are total sap...and don't! And if you choose the latter, don't fret. I'll never know!
Alayna has made it her life's mission to never call me by name. She calls me Dada. She calls me ugh, ugh. She can say everyone else in the family's name, including Kinsey, Levi (bubba), and Ethan. But Mama? Nope! She refuses because she is bad and terrible and cruel. So last night Richard staged an intense intervention. E Man, thinking he should assist in the whole ridiculous charade tried to explain it like this, "No, Alayna. Look! It's like this. Mama (pointing at me). Dada (pointing at the hubs)." Alayna smiles, nods her head, points at Richard, "DADA!" Then, points at me, "DADA!" (With a self approving smile, I might add). Ethan tried again. "No. Alayna. Listen. I know they are both bigger olders but this one is Mama and that one is Dada!"
And then he says the sweetest things like when we were trying to plan his cake for his birthday I asked if he had any suggestions. He said, "It should be heart shaped and say, I love Mommy!"
And on his birthday he was a ham! I assumed he had snack at preschool. I might have been laboring under that misconception because my sister told me he did. Which was super helpful...or would have been if it had been true. What was not super helpful was when she didn't remind me about the preschool Valentine's Day party, which I completely forgot about and didn't send anything for. Yes, sis. I am blaming you for everything! (All the deets about that will be featured in a future post entitled "Why I Am NOT In The Running for Mother Of The Year This Century".) Anyway, I forgot to pick him up from daycare on his birthday (See above parenthesis) and didn't remember until I received a "reminder" phone call from my daycare provider. On the way from daycare to preschool I asked him if he was having a good day. "Yeah. I am but Mom! Guess what? Lindsey is still taller than me." He was so disappointed and I know he thought that because he was five, he should suddenly be taller than Lindsey. We arrived at the school 15 minutes late with our brownies and Buzz Lightyear for show and tell. Which was when I found out he didn't even have snack and wasn't leader at all (Thanks, Sis!). On the way home Kinsey was asking Ethan all about his day and how he liked being leader.
Ethan: "I wasn't leader today."
Kinsey: "Well who was?"
Kinsey: "Well, why was this Lucas kid leader? It's not his birthday. I don't think I like that very much!"
Ethan: "Calm down, Kinsey! It's not the worst that could happen. Lucas is my friend. He's a good boy."
That evening, after his big room reveal, I asked him what is favorite thing in the room was. He looked around, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I love you, actually." Then went right back to playing with his birthday gifts. After we revealed the room we had cake and ice cream with his grandparents. We had finished with our dessert when he stood, held his hands up and said, "Thanks for my new room and thanks for my family!" Then as we were preparing for bed in his old room I looked around at all his jungle animals on the wall, feeling a little sad that it was his first night not sleeping in that room. I asked him if he would miss the animals when I had to paint over them for Alayna. He looked around the room thoughtfully, shook his head slowly, looked at Alayna and said, "No. Not as long as it makes her happy."
We had a big birthday party for him the Sunday following his birthday with friends and family. After everyone had left except his Godmother, her husband and two boys, Ethan came running into the living room, threw his hands in the air and said, "Alright guys! Do you want the good news or the bad news?" Richard told him to go ahead and lay the bad news on us. "The baby gate is broke and Alayna is going up the stairs!" He started to run away and Richard said, "Wait! What's the good news?" E Man looked over his shoulder and shrugged.
He kills me with moments like that. He is so much like his dad, and so much like me, and so very much like his big brother. He's funny and silly and HIGH MAINTENANCE! He is particular about his clothing and his hair but refuses to brush his teeth. He cries at the drop of the hat, then turns around and calls his cousin a "Sissy." And still...