So, I’m that Mom

I swore when I became a mom that I wouldn’t be THAT mom that always talks about her children to the point of obsessing… however, my toddler cracked me up ALL day today.

My morning began at 5:10AM with my toddler having a nightmare. I rushed into his room and told him it was just a dream and to go back to bed. He then responded, “Sleeping. Hard work Momma.” I laughed to myself and turned on his noise machine and then tucked him back in bed.

I’m assuming I fell straight to sleep because at 5:40AM, I hear over the baby monitor, “You like that baby?! That be fun baby! Allright.” I now jumped out of bed and dashed to the baby room only to find my toddler sitting in the crib while my baby is rocking on his hands and knees laughing adoringly at his older brother who woke him up. AAAGGHH!!! I am so lucky that the baby was okay, he’s eight months, and was just scooting towards the toddler in a trance like state. That poor little baby loves his brother so much; his face lights up when he sees his big brother and he is always giggling at him and smiling – it is scary how much the baby already idolizes his big bro!

So then, I took my toddler to the sitter for a four hour break from chasing him. Just me and the baby time all morning. So nice and so weird to be caring for my baby without the loon hovering nearby always threatening disaster. My baby probably thinks I suffer from tourettes sometimes. A typical conversation between me and the baby may be like this, me purring to the baby, ”I love you baby. Yes, I do,” then interrupted by me yelling,  ”NO!!! Ty do NOT jump off the table!!” Then regain my composure, “It’s allright baby. Mommy’s not mad.” So needless to say, a morning without the toddler and the baby having my complete attention is a special occasion in this house. Anyway, at noon, we go and pick up my toddler. I walk in the door to the sitter’ s house, only to see and hear my son tackle another three year old and then say, “Ty! Master!!” I looked at the sitter and she looked at me bewildered. I said, the only thing I could say, “Well, at least it’s not the F word!” I then, grabbed my tackling toddler’s hand and grabbed his boots while saying, “We’ll get whatever we left tomorrow.” I couldn’t get my toddler out of there quick enough!! Meanwhile, my inner dialogue was saying while I was dragging my toddler behind me, “Oh, please sitter, don’t give my son the boot. He’s really a good kid with a big heart!”

Then after the episode with the sitter and after our nap, we had to go to the doctor’s office for him to check my toddler’s ears.  So anyway, we were in the waiting room and in walks the doctor. He extends his hand and introduces me to him. Then my son jumps off the exam table and puts his hand out and shakes the doctor’s hand and says, “I’m Big.” He didn’t say anything else throughout the rest of the exam. He even pointed when asked which ear hurt. I swear!! I give up. I really wonder what people must think of my tot. Oh wait. No, I don’t.

So there you have it! I have nothing else to say or think about, except for what my son did and said. I’m THAT mom!

Signing off,

The mom who only talks about her kids