A conversation with Mini-Me
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Let me start by saying that Jacob is turning into me more and more everyday. So any of you who know me will understand why the following exchange did not end in punishment or admonishment of any kind (other than to tell him not to say this to anyone else!). We were in the car, driving to my mother-in-law's house, talking about Transformers.
Jacob: "All Transformers are too hard for Mommy." (followed by riotous laughter from the males in the vehicle)
Me: "Yeah? Bake a cake!"
Jacob: "Bite me!" (followed by laughter from all)
Brian said that comment was sent straight through from God himself. It was said with such perfect timing, I'm actually very proud. I can't possibly get mad at him for saying that because Brian and I have conversations like that on a regular basis, jokingly of course. It would be different if he had said it out of anger and slammed his bedroom door on me. But no, it was just another demonstration of the sarcasm that is so prevalent in our genes. (Thanks Dad!)
Though I do have to say that it can be difficult dealing with a mini male version of myself on a daily basis. But as long as we all maintain a somewhat compatible sense of humor, I'm sure things will be okay.
Just when I think they couldn't possibly get any sweeter
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Sunday night (well, at 2:30 in the morning, so technically Monday morning) I half woke up to find Jacob giving me a kiss. Then he went right back to bed. Since I only half woke up, I couldn't be sure that I wasn't hallucinating it, so I asked Brian about it. He said he did come kiss me, and he wasn't up to go to the bathroom or anything.
So I asked Jacob last night if he had come into my room in the middle of the night just to give me a kiss. He said yes, and I asked him why (not to look a gifthorse in the mouth or anything; I'll take little boy smooches for as long as they are willing to give them to me. It was just curious timing) and he said, "So it was before you left for work." Awwwwww....
It's good to be the mommy
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Yesterday after I picked up the boys, we were in the car and Jacob asked me, “When I grow up will you still be my mom?” I told him, “Of course I will still be your mom. I will always be your mom and you will always be my son.” He thought about that then asked, “When Logan grows up, will he be your grandson?” I told him, “No, he will also still be my son. You both will always be my sons, you will always be brothers, and I will always be your mom.” He thought about that for a moment then said, “Cool.”
Later on last night, I was lying on the couch and Jacob came and lay in front of me to snuggle under the blanket. After a while I told both boys to go get their jammas on. They both ran off to their rooms, but Logan came right back, and with a mischievous little smile, proceeded to steal Jacob’s spot with me. I asked him if he was stealing his brother’s spot and he said yes, and then just lay there with a satisfied little smile. Jacob came back after getting changed, and expected to come right back to his spot. He was quite disappointed to find his little brother right where he wanted to be. About 10 minutes later, I told Logan to get his jammas on and Jacob stole back his preferred snuggling spot. But Logan just climbed up and laid on both of us.
AFV as an educational tool? Why not?
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Last night we had gone to Brian’s work to pick up his car, and Logan fell asleep in the car on the way home. When he woke up, he was very groggy, and not a happy camper. Brian showered him because he had a sand-like substance (most likely sand) in his hair. Logan cried the whole time and was really mad that he couldn’t go outside to play, yet he could barely move because he was so tired. Try reasoning with THAT. He got into his jammas and came out into the living room to snuggle with me and we watched AFV. This put him in a much better mood, so he was a lot more open to the idea of going to bed when the show was over.
As we are watching, it occurs to me that this show would be a really valuable educational tool for parents of boys. “Why?” you may ask. Well, I’ll tell you.
You may have noticed this, but boys exhibit certain… behaviors, that seem to be distinctly tied to the Y chromosome. Examples of basic “boy behaviors” would be honing their sound effect skills and constantly adding new sound effects to their repertoire, as well as the tendency to run around and launch themselves off of things as if they were little stuntmen in training, or Evil Knievel reincarnate. But as I was watching AFV, I saw some stunning examples of behaviors that I don’t imagine even an adventurous girl dreaming up. One such example would be the 3 guys that appeared on screen holding hands. I was wondering why they were holding hands, while standing on a farm with farm animals surrounding them. Then one of the guys reached over and touched the electric fence, that I couldn’t see on my screen because of the screen size, and the fact that my glasses were all smudged. Perhaps it is situations like this that make HD TV so enticing: the ability to see absolutely EVERYTHING. So as soon as the one guy’s hand came in contact with the fence, all 3 guys jolted simultaneously as the electricity coursed through their bodies, and Tom Bergeron made a comment about even the farm animals being smart enough to keep away from the electric fence. Then the guys all just let go of each others hands and walked away nonchalantly, like nothing unusual had just taken place.
Seriously, I would never have dreamed up the idea to try that! But boys have to poke and prod things to figure out how they work, take them apart even, and that begins as very little boys. They start out with utter fascination with ceiling fans, which turns into an obsession with anything that spins. I’m speaking from experience with Jacob. From there they have to flip everything over and over and around and over again to try to figure out how things work, maybe even sticking a finger or two into the table fan to find out what happens, probably more than once. So apparently a little shock from an electric fence is all fine and dandy in the name of scientific discovery.
You are probably still wondering “Why in the hell would this be considered educational, you crazy woman?!” Well, I consider it educational because it gives me a glimpse of the future with two young boys. What kind of crazy, dangerous, idiotic things might my boys decide are good things to try as they get older? Does the idiocy diminish with age, or does it increase in direct relation to their age, experience, and knowledge? I do know that the crazy things boys do tend to get more elaborate with age, probably having something to do with having more experience, lots of time to dream up crazy schemes, and having more muscle to execute said crazy schemes.
And it seems that everything they try just raises more questions, leading to more zany behavior, and the cycle just repeats. At least it’s entertaining for the girls.
Maybe AFV will turn out to have some educational value for my boys as well. Maybe they will learn what NOT to do. Yeah, I’ll try to remember that when I see one of them jumping off a roof into a pool.
Next time just kick me, it'll be quicker
Friday, August 29, 2008
Last night, I experienced every working mother’s favorite situation (please note the sarcasm). Jacob was reading to me, and then I read to him, and we had a nice little chat before I turned out his lights for bed. Then our conversation turned to this:
Jacob: “I don’t want to go to school tomorrow.”
Me: “I know, I don’t want to go to work tomorrow, but it’s just one more day and then we have a 3 day weekend.”
Jacob: “I want you to pick me up from school tomorrow and on every minimum day.”
Me: “I know sweetie, but I can’t pick you up from school because I have to work. I will try to get the time off so I can pick you up on your minimum day, but I can’t promise it because I’ve taken too much time off already.”
Jacob: “Everyone else gets picked up by their moms (which of course is untrue, but try telling that to a sad, tired 6 year old). It’s not fair!”
Me, while giving him a hug: “I know it’s not fair honey. I want to pick you up and it’s not fair that I can’t, but I have to work because our family needs me to.”
Then he started crying. Just stick the knife in a little further… now a little to the left… THERE you go, right in the heart. Now my day as a working mom is complete.
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