Most of the time, I am very proud of my adorable 3 year old with the ginormous vocabulary. He has talked early and often and it allows me so much insight into the toddler mind - I find it fascinating.
Most of the time.
One other fact - my adorable 3 year old with all the words also loathes bedtime. Hates it with the fire of a thousand hot suns. To cope with the indignity of being forced into monkey feetie pajamas and tossed into a bed with no tv shows on, my adorable son...talks.
And talks. And talks.
And it is hilarious. I love following the crazy train that is his thought pattern after bedtime, love listening to his brain click on all the next steps and solutions, love cuddly Mama-Baby Boy time.
But for the love of all that is holy...why can't we do this at 10 am???
I think this is typically the 'why?' stage. However, because he loves to talk so much, it is less 'why' and more like 'the interview that never ends'. Here is an example...
While cuddling and shushing (on my part) and wriggling (on his part), he felt a bone in my hand.
Baby Boy - "What's this?"
Mama - "A bone in my hand."
BB - " Nope, that not a bone. It's a booboo."
Mama - "You have bones in your hand..."
BB - "Booboo!!" It's a booboo! Just a little one though."
Mama - "Fine. Booboo."
BB - "How you get it?"
Mama - " I hit it."
BB -"Where you hit it?"
Mama - "Door."
Followed by...
What door?
What front door?
Our house front door?
Why you hit it?
It feel better?
And after finding my wrist bone...
How you get this BIG booboo??? Repeat...
We also discussed...
How arms can be firetruck ladders if they are very straight, but if you curve your fingers then arms can be diggers.
How big fluffy pillows are for Mamas and Girls and plain flat pillows are for Daddys and Boys.
Which plants on the dresser are Mommy's and which ones belong to Daddy.
The odds of an overnight storm, since apparently he has had some stealthy meteorology training when I wasn't looking and saw on the news that rain was coming.
How it would be alright to just watch "a little little bit" of Daniel Tiger to make us sleepy.
Somehow, we managed to fall asleep without Daniel Tiger's assistance - after about a dozen more random conversations, including 'where do garbage trucks sleep?' and 'When the sun come back up?"
Mama has only ONE question...
Will I ever sleep again?
Ok, one more question...
How is it possible that three years and a handful of days ago, this child was not even here and now my days march to the beat of his quirky, loquacious little drummer?
Motherhood. Totally crazy, many times strange, overwhelmingly hilarious.
