Possessive {.037}

I knew that most kids went through the stage of being “possesive”, but of course {yet again} I didn’t think  that my little angel would catch on to the toddler trend.

I was wrong.

Everything is someone’s, not just his {which I’m happy about, because I’d have to body slam him for being selfish}. This weekend that passed was a pretty chill one, I did a massive amount of laundry, cleaned like I was a maid, and spent some much needed quality time with my boys.

One evening last weekend Quentin and I were laying on the bed and Jayden wanted to hop on and said “get cozy?!”, with the most excited look on his face.

Of course we agreed and we started pulling the blankets on all of us and getting pillows. As I went to grab a pillow closer to me Jayden said “No, Jayden’s pillow”.  Just out of curiosity I pointed to the pillow Quentin’s head was under ask whose pillow it was. “That’s Daddy’s pillow.”, he said.

For lack of better words that was “Get your own damn pillow, Mommy!” in toddler language. I took the hint and got my own pillow.

I assumed the pillow that I put in the bed wasn’t going to be mine according my three-year-old so I thought I’d ask just to see what he’d say.

“That’s Mommy’s pillow!”, he told me. I smiled.

I guess my little one isn’t as possessive as I thought he was. He knows what’s his and he knows what’s not. I can’t ask for much more than that.

While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.

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I love you {.027}

Goodbye weekend. You went by too fast, yet again. There wasn’t much to you this time, just relaxation, website building and listening to my noisy neighbors move out {yes!}. But, in the same low-key token you have taken on, you have been one of the most monumental weekends of my life. Don’t ask why weekend, I’m getting to that part.

You know that little being that grew inside of me for 8 months and some change? Yes, Jayden. Last night, after we read two books and he snuggled close to his Teddy in bed, he told me something. In fact, he told Quentin and I something pretty amazing {now I’m tearing up about it}.

While curled up in his bed, he looked up at me and said, “Mommy, I love you.” Then, he lifted his head up and said “Daddy, I love you!” It sounds pretty simple right? Wrong.

After Quentin or myself tuck Jayden in for bed, we always tell him that we love him. No matter what. The thing is, since he was born we’ve always said it first. To hear that sweet, innocent, little voice say “I love you” before we even got a chance to mutter it meant everything to me and then some.

I want our son to be loved, I want our son to be loving. Love is hard to teach sometimes because people disappoint you everyday – it’s life. But it’s nice to know that he’s learning how to be selfless and share. Last night he was selfless. He shared his love with us before knowing 100% for sure if he was going to get a response. He gave of himself, put his heart on his sleeve and got so much love in return. That is all life is really about & I pray he continues to do that. The lesson starts with the ones who are the closest to you. It’s weird to think of acts of love as “lessons”. But,  how else are you going to learn to love if no one told you they loved you?

Through the years we’ve taught him how to love & in that one moment he gave me a refresher of what we’ve been showing him. Giving of oneself in any capacity is love.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of

another person is essential to your own.


― Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

The Meanest Mommy on Earth {.005}

I’m sure today I sealed the deal on that reputation with my baby boy. Yesterday morning was just not a good one for me. I woke up an hour and fourty-five minutes late {totally my fault. I just love hitting that snooze button} and that just threw my whole morning routine off. I am a perfectionist and if things don’t go the way that I planned them I immediately get irritiated. This really someting I need to work on.
So let’s take a look at how the morning routine is supposed to look like in a perfect world.
4:45AM Wake up {I know I’m crazy for trying to shoot for such a time everyday. Let me be!}
{Get myself together, do homework, finalize a blog post, & pretty much anything I want to do in peace and quiet: very important}
6:00AM Get Jayden’s breakfast together & let it cool{I am a terrible future wife and always manage to mess up my fiance’s breakfast – lessons in progress}.
6:15AM Wake Jayden up & eat breakfast with him.
6:31AM Start helping Jayden brush his teeth & take a bath etc.
{Put clothes is hamper, clean dishes, grab lunches, etc.}
7:25AM Shove the family through the front door.
Jayden’s school opens at 7:30AM and I like to get to work by 7:40.
Do you see how flipping fantastic that is!?
Today I woke up at 6:00AM. This means I had absolutely no time to myself. Irritating especially when I get quite a bit done durring my hours alone. After I got Jayden together I just had to get myself ready in rush mode. Of course he wants to be around me since we didn’t get to sit down together and eat breakfast like we usually do, but I was so irritated I didn’t realize it. When he was standing next to me while I was getting myself together I told him to “go by daddy”. He did. Then, he came back a few minutes later.
“Go by daddy!”, I yelled.
He ran away into the living room. I immediately felt bad.
“What’s wrong with you?”, Quentin asked.
“My whole schedule is off!”, I exclaimed.
Quentin made his way to the living room to check on Jayden.
I followed.
“What’s wrong stinky?”, He asked.
Jayden was laying on the couch with his thumb in his mouth looking out the window at the cars riding by. He had the saddest look on his face.
Quentin was about to console him, but I had to step in. I felt so bad for letting my issues affect him.
I grabbed Jayden and gave him a big hug.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “Do you forgive Mommy?”
“It’s okay.” He told me in the softest voice.
And like he always does, he jumped up and started telling me about all of the cars and trucks he was watching ride by. Like nothing ever happened.
“Mommy! Wook! It’s a cars and swuck right dea!”
{Translation: Mommy! Look! There are cars and trucks right there!}
Everyone says he has my personality, but I don’t see it. I’m just as outgoing, but the way he gets over things is a quality I wish I had. Just another thing to work on.
 “Every time you get angry, you poison your own system.”
– Alfred A. Montapert