The secret to a happy marriage...

I had to laugh today when I read the article saying that the secret to a happy marriage is sleep (for women).

http://blogs.babble.com/strollerderby/2009/06/22/they-say-good-marriage-good-sleep-for-women/

Obviously, moms don't get sleep, esp. moms of small kids like me. I think the nurse cursed me after I had Alexander, and she insisted that I take a nap before holding my son. "It'll be the best nap you'll ever have..." And, sadly, she was right.

Boom Boom Boom...

I'm cleaning the house (shocking, I know), and I have the TV set to one of those radio hit's stations. A Black Eyed Peas song comes on the radio "Boom Boom Pow". Both kids completely STOP mid-play as in some sort of trance. They turn to the TV.

The girl starts to shake her little tushie frantically to the rhythm. She's captivated. She waves her hands in the air. A natural dancer.

The boy starts to sing Boom Boom Boom to the tune. He doesn't know the words, but he hears the rhythm.

Hmm...

So I load it up on YouTube. Both kids frantically clap and sing "boom boom boom". They want me to play it again, and again, and again, and...

After 6 times straight, I had enough and put the computer away.

Later that evening, the boy starts singing in his sleep "boom boom boom".

I'm thinking there's some sort of subliminal message there.

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.