Good Mommy Moment Monday – The Present

I am the present buyer.
unofficially.
As in – if I don’t do it – it ain’t gonna get done.
I am not sure how this role, like so many others, fell to me but there you have it.
The very first Christmas my husband contributed too and we split the duty, but since then…nope.

And part of this is, like everything else, I need to know things are taken care of before hand.  And my husband is okay to wait until later to take care of anything. And when I point out to him that he’s okay to wait because he knows I will take care of it he agrees. But it doesn’t occur to him that he should take care of it sooner, just that I’ll take care of it because I need it done sooner.
and so on.
and so on.

Do I sound a little bitter?  Well that’s because I was.

But I ROCKED the boy’s presents this year.

He got Zurg to his Buzz Lightyear.  He got a black batman remote control car (because he asked specifically for a black car with a button that you push to make it go forward and backward.)

And he got this.

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To know my husband is to know that he is a Mustang Man.  So I got this for him.  And his boy.

But do you know who LOVED LOVED LOVED This?

The Princess.

As in squealing with toddler delight LOVED THIS!

As in everyone around her had to laugh because she was so so so excited.

And WOW~ was it fun to watch the two of them race each other while they both shrieked and giggled.

And boy did I love knowing that I was responsible for that moment.

And that was my good mommy moment.

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Three whole years

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Today marks the date of my baby’s birth.

You came into the world right before Grey’s Anatomy and my OB was a little too grateful for this timing.

But while she may not have been awed by your arrival — I was.

This tiny little boy.  This miniature version of my love.

And you were born flawed.  With a lower jaw so recessed it almost didn’t exist. And somehow that made you all the more precious, all the more perfect.  But it also made me worry in a way that I never had with your sister.  You were so pale, so little.  You seemed so fragile.

And we struggled with nursing while we tried to make your mouth fit my mammory but we got it together and eventually you nursed like a champ (eventually without a nipple shield, despite what the “lactation specialist” had threatened ).

And you slept like a champ.  Like your sister you took to your crib from day one, but unlike your sister you didn’t require my presence there every few minutes to be happy.

You would put yourself to sleep quite happily as you got older.  With a smiling “night” as you turned happily away from me and snuggled into bed.

And while I feel I missed several months of your growth as I paid court to your sister’s demands I have missed nothing since then.  You have my attention.  In fact once I realized I was not fully looking at you, I have not taken my eyes off you.

You are the center of my world.  Just like your sister.

And you are sweet natured and rambunctious just as a little boy should be.  You are steady and faithful in your love and concern for your family.  You are in awe of your sister but that doesn’t mean that you will not stand up for yourself.  And I admire your sense of self.  Even at three.  Especially at three

We are still working on your speech and while I know that one day I will miss the mispronuciations, right now I just bear with you as you try  to get your point across.

And I admire your patience.

For a three year old you have a great deal of patience for the rest of us while we try to decipher your brilliance.  And your ability to use markers, signs and other context to get your point across is mind boggling to me.

You are smart, you are sweet, you are three.

Happy Birthday little man.