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Micah told me a little interaction he and Scout had this morning, and I want to always remember it.  Micah first told me that a few weeks ago he told Scout about the different days of the week, and that on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday Daddy goes to work.  On Saturdays they get to play together all day long.  And Sundays are when we go to church.
So when they woke up this morning (after sleeping together through the night because Micah was taking care of Scout who has an earache), Micah woke up and said, “Scout…guess what today is?”  Before Scout came up with any sort of answer, Micah said, “It’s Saturday!”  Then Scout said, “That means you don’t have to go to work today!”  And Micah finished with, “and we get to play all day.”  And play we did.

This is the first time Scout has gone down for a nap in a week — not that I haven’t tried the other six days.  I keep asking around to see when friends have stopped the napping for their kids, and they say between two and three.  I guess Scout is about there, but I am CONVINCED that he still needs them, so I am forcing the issue.  I have tried to bribe him if actually falls asleep — no go.  I have threatened him — he doesn’t care.  I try to talk to him and help him understand — he explains to me where I am wrong.  The list goes on and on.  What finally worked today was using his imagination to my benefit.  I told him that he needed to protect Elefante from the big huge baby that was the bad guy.  Apparently, he imagined himself into oblivion.  I’m crossing my fingers that this is the strategy that will continue to work.  We’ll see.

Navy has been a little headache lately.  Nothing makes her happy (except B reading to her).  She is constantly at my feet whining, and constantly crying.  Unless I am literally holding her, she isn’t happy.  Everyone said that she is just an emotional girl, but my “mother’s intuition” knew better.  At first, I thought that her three back to back sinus infections were the cause, but once it cleared up, her state did not.  So then I blamed it on teething.  And I quote……”You blame everything on teething.  She isn’t teething!”  (From Skylar the wannabe second mom in this instance)

So when I reached back to feel two upper molars cutting through her gums yesterday, I insisted on picking up Skylar at the bus stop to rub it in her face.  Her punishment was to watch the poor little teething and whining girl for the rest of the afternoon.  Don’t mess Skylar!

When I went to bed last night, I told Micah that I felt like a different person.  He asked why, and I said, “Now that I know that my girl isn’t a drama queen for nothing, I don’t care one bit that she is whining.”  I would WAY rather have a little extra spending on Tylenol than adolescent therapy!

Yesterday my friend said, “nothing is better than when your kid says that they love you for the first time”, on their own — without prompting.  Well, to my surprise, Scout came over to me this morning and said something that might even be better.  I was getting ready, and he came up to me and said, “Mom …. you are so pretty.”  I got tears in my eyes, and showed him.  I couldn’t believe how sweet a few simple words can be.  I guess that showing him my tears was a good idea, because he has told me about four more times today how I am “so pretty”.

I happened to have my camera for two bath times back to back.

One was in Nonnie’s bath:

Here is Icka’s art …. and her latest dance move where she jerks to one side, and bends over.

Here is yet another offering from Scout.  How disgusting is my little boy — except he does get props for not going potty in the bath water.

The next morning — we frequented Daddy’s bath.

Here are the best of friends.

And Icka — with her “look out of the top of her eyes” very serious look.

Stinky has been absolutely perfect on the potty training front.  After about a week, I never put Pull Ups on him again, and he stays dry even through the night.  My mom tells me that I don’t have a clue how good I have it.  I think that Scout is the one who has it so good — with my coaching abilities and all.

So with Scout being the nonstop comedian, I am usually not surprised by him anymore.  But this time ….. without question ….. I was.  We had just come home from an afternoon out, and he went into the pantry and grabbed a paper cup with a heart on the outside.  About three minutes later, he came out and started calling out to Calin, “NayNay….I have some lemonade for you”, and “NayNay …. you like lemonade …. don’t you?”.  As he is walking towards her with his cup, I intercept from around the corner to see the cup is 3/4 full of yellow liquid — and it was definitely not lemonade.  Calin was repulsed, I was secretly cracking up behind my reprimands, and everyone else was in awe.

The reactions —–  My mom thinks he is beyond smart.  Tristen high-fived him.  All of the Brockbank kids think he is the coolest toddler ever created.   Skilly was telling NayNay that it was only polite to have a sip.  And Micah said, “is it bad that I am so proud of him right now?”  To answer your question Micah — probably.