i know you love me

I read a post by Heather recently that I just loved – she talked about all the ways she knew her adorable daughter, Emi, loves her.  Or at least made her feel like she does.  So I’m stealing.

I feel loved by Dexter when I pick him up and he squeeeeeeezes my neck and gives me the biggest hug (while saying “squeeeeeze!”).  I feel loved when he lays his little head on my shoulder, even if it’s just for a few seconds.  To me, there’s  no better feeling in the world than my kids’ heads on my shoulder.  I feel loved by him when he brings me book after book after book after book and he climbs into my lap to listen to a story.  He’ll do this for as long as I will and I love the closeness, the stillness, and the cuddles.  Sometimes when I’m bending over to help him with something, he’ll reach up to give me a kiss totally unprompted.  I feel loved when he asks me to “chiss” his boo boos.  As annoying as it is, I feel loved when he cries out for me in the middle of the night and my presence is enough to calm him down.  I feel loved when he still lets me rock him in the glider.  I love my little snuggle bug and I’m willing to spend as much time cuddling with him as possible because I know it won’t always be this way.

I feel loved by Theo when he asks me to do a puzzle with him.  He’s seeking approval and praise and thrives on it.  He wants his mama to be proud of him.  I feel loved by Theo when he asks ME how MY day was.  I feel loved by Theo when he says “mama, you’re my best friend.”  I feel loved by Theo when he asks to watch a movie and then lets me hold him in my lap the whole time.  I feel loved by Theo when I put him to bed at night and he says “mama, will you snuggle up with me?”  Of course.  (As soon as Dexter goes to sleep.  Otherwise, he’ll get jealous and cry, cry, cry).  I feel loved by Theo when he runs to the door every day when I pick him up at the babysitter’s and says “MAMA! You’re here!” and he hurries to show me or tell me what he’s been doing.

I feel loved, or maybe I just feel love, when I watch my boys play together.  When I hear Theo offering to help Dexter. To share a treat with him.  Asking him if he’s okay when he cries.  When Dexter asks to snuggle up with Theo in his big bed.  When Dexter follows Theo around all day because he wants to be just like him.  With him.  Near him.  I feel loved knowing how much by boys love each other and hope that they know that they are each other’s greatest gift – a gift that only me and their dad could give them.

If you have little kids, you know that they do not always make you feel loved.  It’s good to remember how much they really do need and love you sometimes.

love,
~C~

conversations with Theo: love fest & enough kids

In the car.

Dexter:  Mommy.
Me: What?
Dexter: Mommy.
Me:  What, Dexter?
Dexter: I dunno.
Me: You love me? Oh that’s sweet. I love you too.
Theo: I love you, too!
Me: Awwww…thanks Theo! I love you, too. And do you love brother?
Theo: I love you, too, Dexter.  Do you love me AND Dexter, mommy?
Me:  I love ALLLLLLLLLLLL my babies. Soooo much!
Theo:  You don’t have that many kids, mom.  You just have 2.
Me:  Well, that’s true. But I love both of them a whole bunch.  Do you think I should have a lot of kids?
Theo: No.
Me:  Why not?  Don’t you want another baby brother, or maybe a baby sister?
Theo:  No, mommy.  2 is enough for you.

Well. Hmmph.  What the hell is he really saying here?

xo,
~C~

conversations with Theo: boogers and boobies

Late last week I posted on Facebook that 3 amazing things happened on the way from the babysitter’s house to our house.

1.  Theo wanted me to sing songs from The Little Mermaid, one after another.  THATSMUHBOY!
2.  Theo announced that he had picked his own booger!!  And then he gave it to me!!  What a treat.
3.  When I got Dexter out of the car, he too, presented his tiny little index finger with a small “boogah” on it as well. 

Thank goodness for older brothers teaching little brothers the way, right?  While this may seem trivial, it is indeed big news.  If you’ve ever caught a glimpse of a big crusty booger glued to the inside edge of a toddler’s nostril, you know a few things — it’s GOT to come out & it’s NOT going to be fun.  Those suckers rip nose hairs out and lots of screaming ensues.  It’s fun for no one (but oh, the feeling of success when you release that monster). 

As with all fabulous developments like this….there’s the inevitable backfire.

Two out of the last four nights, Theo has called to me from his room.  The first night it was 2 different times between 1 and 3 a.m., to inform me that he had picked a booger and needed me to get it off of his finger.  Last night, it was shortly after he went to bed. 

Theo: Moooommyyyyyy!  Mommmmmmyyyyyy!  I neeeeeed heeeeeelp. 
Me:  (After rushing into his room) What!  What’s wrong honey?!
Theo: (Exasperated) There’s a booger in my bed!!! 
Me:  OH NO! Where is it?
Theo:  I don’t know, turn on the light!
Me: No, we don’t want to wake Dexter. It probably fell on the floor.
Theo:  Nooooo it’s in my bed!!!  We have to find it!!  We have to find it!!!
Me:  (I run my hand over the sheet and he’s right, we had to get that out of there. I would not have been able to sleep with that thing in my bed either!) Here it is!  I got it! Eww, it’s really hard and crusty.
Theo:  Yeah! And it tastes like a cracker.

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Also last night, I was in my bedroom getting ready to go to the gym.  I was in the process of changing out of my regular bra into a sports bra when Theo strolled in.

Theo:  (through laughter) Why did you take your boob thang off?
Me:  I’m putting on a sports bra so I can go to the gym.
Theo:  Why do you have to wear a sports bra?
Me:  Because I’m a girl.
Theo: {blank stare}
Me:  Girls don’t like their boobies wiggling and jiggling when they exercise.
Theo:  Daddy’s boobs are different from yours.
Me:  Yep, they are.  Do you know why?
Theo: Why?
Me: Because daddy’s a boy and mommy’s a girl.  That’s just one difference between boys and girls.
Theo:  I’m a boy.  I have little tiny boobies like daddy.

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xo
~C~