Mommy. The sweetest word I’ve ever heard…and I’ve heard it about 237 times in the last day. I love it. It is surreal. Three years old is a lot different from a year and a half. Not in a bad way or a good way…just different. Our Little Man came to us Wednesday at 6pm. Our first night was difficult because Jeff had a speaking engagement and we got Little Man an hour before services. I decided to keep him with me and attend our usual congregation. He had already been to a GI doctor almost 2 hours away.
He did really good. I stayed with him in bible class…I didn’t want him to think I was going to leave him right after I got him. He asked to go home. And then asked to go home, pwease. I knew he was so tired. Daddy didn’t get home until after bedtime. Bedtime was a little rough. I went to check in on him and the light from the hall woke him up. Then he started crying. I curled my body up on the teeny toddler bed and he wrapped both arms around my neck so tight! I couldn’t even lay my head down. Major choke hold. His little face was squished up on mine and he was sweating and breathing in my ear. Choke hold or not, I was choking back tears. He called me mommy twice on the first night. He also kept asking about Daddy. You see, he got to meet daddy for about 10 minutes before Jeff had to leave. Little Man was enamored from the first moment he laid eyes on his Daddy. He followed him around the room, put his hand on Jeff’s arm, and when Jeff went to leave Little Man said, “where you goin”? Haha…can’t sneak away from this one!
Boy, does he talk. It is totally incredible. He’s super sweet. I know the first two weeks are always the easiest. I know he is trying to please us. I really hope he stays this way because he is incredible!
He knows so much. Things that I would never imagine a three year old could know! And he remembers everything! I’m astonished and it’s only the first day! He has said so many cute things today and I wish I would have written them down…I’m so utterly exhausted I can’t think straight.
Everything they say is true. Boys are so different from girls. He’s 90 to nothing all day long. I wish I could bottle up his energy and sell it. I’d be a millionaire. He understands everything. It’s so different having a baby that you can communicate with. He says “I gotta pee pee mommy” and off we go. “I want my milk-cup mommy”, “this is good mommy”, “thank you mommy”. He is so polite and respectful. He knows please, thank you, you’re welcome, yes ma’am, yes sir, and so on. Then there is some saying about a 3 year old being like a teenager or some sort of connection. I agree with that one too. Again, mind blown!
This age is so fun, but I feel like I can’t keep up. I feel OLD. I know we are pushing 30, but really…should my body feel this way? Momma’s got a new bedtime and it starts with a 9. 🙂