The Mom and the Bonkey

Alexander has been calling me "mom" rather than "mama" and Brent "dad" instead of "daddy"

Our convo last night:

ABC: you're mom
Me: not mama?
ABC: no, you're mom now
Me: OK, what's daddy?
ABC: he's not daddy, he's dad
Me: OK, then who are you?
ABC: Bonkey
Me: You're not Alexander, you're Bonkey?
ABC: Yes, I'm Bonkey
Me: OK, Bonkey, who's Eleanor?
ABC: Badungadunga
Me: Badungadunga?

*It was so hard not to laugh.

Later that evening. I said "Bonkey come here" and he said "I not Bonkey anymore, and you not Mom, you're Mommy"
ME: then who are you
ABC: I your Alexander again.

Mother's Day

So, for Mother's Day, my family got me a very pretty sundress outfit.

As I was taking it off for the evening, Alexander looks at me and says "mommy, you're taking your dress off?"

"Yes, I am. Going to change into jammies".

"You're not a princess anymore?"

"No, I guess not" (laughing!)

Daddy chimes in with what he thinks is the perfect answer "Mommy's always a princess..."

"Oh, Princess Mommy, I need a hug".

*Sweet moments, I'll take them!

Avocados

On his plate, there's cheesy meatloaf, avocado slices, and corn on the cob.

With a sigh and a prayer, I hand him his plate.

He eats everything BUT the avocado. I wonder if he's related to his dad at all (as that's his dad's treat!)

I ask "why won't you eat your avocado?"

"Because it's green"

(((cue drum roll)))

A small victory

"I don't want dinner"

"But, you have to eat"

"No, I don't want to"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want dinner!"

"How about lunch?"

"Yeah, lunch"

"OK, we'll have lunch"

Husband comes home..."good job, little guy, you eating dinner?"

"Nope, lunch"

Mom wins this round!

Mommy, go away!

My son has learned something new. He's learned about privacy.

Apparently, when he does a poop, he doesn't want anyone around, and absolutely cannot phathom why we have to bother him.

Knowing when he's 1.) quiet, 2.) out of sight, and 3.) not bugging me with his endless questions of "why", I deduce he's pooped his pants.

So, I go searching. He's in the other room. Happily playing in his play kitchen.

"Alexander" I lovingly call, "do you have a poop?"

"No, mama, you go away, you watch t.v. and leave me alone, okay? I busy, okay? Leave me alone" and then shuts the door.

And, suddenly, I find myself having visions of what his teenage years will be like when he discovers girls and crunchy socks.

The Aww Factor

I got my first hand picked flower from my son today. He was so proud. He came in from the back yard, and handed me this little weedy bud and said "for you mommy, I picked a flower for you because you're so smart".

Aww...

I remember doing this same thing for my mom when I was a little girl. My mom was the smartest and prettiest person in my world (and still is), and every time I offered a dandelion to her, I hope she knew that.

The ritual continues... now I'm nostalgic to find a dandelion for my mom.

Mommy brain...

I had something pretty insightful and enlightening to say, however I forgot what it was.

Mommy brain rules again.