It Kills Me...

Ya know, sometimes I wanna just wake up in the morning and not worry about what time it is. I want to roll over, look at the clock and say 'shoot, it's only 8:30', don't have anywhere to be today! I want Slayder to wake me up when he gets up and climbs in my bed to 'cuddle' and watch 'hanny manny', as he calls it. However, that is NOT how it goes. Okay, for 2 morning a week, that is how it goes... but the other mornings go something like this:

• 6:09am - hit the snooze
• 6:18am - hit the snooze
• 6:27am - shit, I'm going to be late.
• 6:30am - Get me up, brush teeth, throw on clothes
• 6:35am - Get slayder up, put him on the couch (where he tries to stay asleep)
• 6:36am - Get stuff around for day
• 6:38am - Get Slayder dressed (as HE SCREAMS) and get out the door
• 6:48am - Turn onto McDevitt street in Vandercook to Slayder saying 'me no go to Aunt Casey's today mommy, me stay with you.'
• 6:49am - Explain to him for the 1,000,000th time that mommy has to go to work and that I will be back to get him when I'm done. He says 'no go work today mommy, please...'

It absolutely breaks my heart. Like seriously, a small piece of me dies each day. I am waiting for the day, I can be like... wait, I won't have to be like anything, cause we'll be snugglin in bed watchin Dora climb a mountain with her helpful little backpack!

Anyone who gets to be a stay at home mom, appreciate it, because some of us aren't that fortunate!

It makes me sad that...

Slayder has learned how to go to the bathroom on the potty, "like a big boy". I know this should excite me and I should be all 'Yea, no more diapers'... but really, it just makes me sad.

My little man is growing up. Quickly it seems. I'm not sure how we've come to him being as big and old as he is, but I don't like it much! It seems in life we are always wishing for time to go faster... can't wait till your 16, then 18 than 21... and then, what? Why rush it? I remember when Slayder was a baby and I would be like...I can't wait till he can walk, then talk and then... what? Now I want him to be that little baby that couldn't do anything but lay there and smile at me. My Happy Little Baby Boy. Sometimes it seems a week can't go fast enough... just to get to the next weekend. But when you sit back and really watch... it is ALL going fast enough... far too fast if you ask me.

Enough sappy shit.

He is very proud of himself... and loves to show off his 'big boy panties' as he calls them. LoL Where does he get this stuff?

I found the boxer briefs at meijers... I think they are just adorable!!! I guess one good thing, you can tell how cute his little butt is now, without the diaper coverin all the junk in his trunk!

Maybe someday he will grow up to be an underwear model?? LoL You can see from the pics he is very much NOT shy about showing them off!

Ugh, 20 years will be here before we know it ( :( )... I'll keep ya posted!

Getting Older...

My boy is growing up. He talks so much better now, and comprehends a great deal more stuff than he has in just the past couple of months. He is 28.5 months old now. Dang, where does the time go?? I mean really. Where does it go??

Blame it on the...

So we have a blammer. I'm not even sure if that is a real word, but I am using it anyways. Slayder has got to be the biggest blammer I know! It's quite funny now, but I am truely hoping he grows out of it. Here's a few examples:

Momma: Slayder, did you pee your pants?

Slayder: No, Bubba did.

Momma: What? Bubba pee'd in your pants?

Slayder: Yeah, Bubba did it!

That was on vacation in Myrtle Beach this year. It happened more than once and he told the same story both times! Another one:

Gramma: What is on the floor? Slayder did you pee on grandma's kitchen floor?

Slayder: No, I didn't do it, you did!

Gramma: No, you did!

Slayder: No Gramma, you did!!!

This was yesterday when he was at my mom's while we were at volleyball. He was really trying to convince her that she was the one that pee'd on her own floor.

He is all about passing the blame. If he hits you or does something he wasn't suppose to, it wasn't him. It is always someone else.

I hope this doesn't follow him throughout his teen years... I'm pretty sure I was a 'blammer' and boy, I do not want one of me!!! I guess they say your kids get to put you through all the same crap you put yours through...

I can feel the grey hair growing as I type this... and he is only 2!!