Billy Ray was a preachers son

The trusty husband called tonight and the first words out of his mouth were, “you sound tired.” Uh huh. You could say that.

I thought today was going to be a shining example of how I could get my shit together and be a big girl. Despite the fact that I didn’t sleep I was summoned to my child’s room, not by the sound of him flailing about wildly in his bed nor the sound of him jumping like it was a jumperoo, but by my sweet baby calling, “mama.” Ahh. I think the heavens opened up and I may have farted a rose petal or two.

The child let me work for a few hours this morning and we took a nice trip to the fabric store. He didn’t screech through the whole store and he didn’t threaten to rip my arm off if I didn’t give him a cracker right then and there. He didn’t even ask for a cracker. WTF?

He went down for a nap peacefully and he was a total angel while waiting in line at the post office. He and I both gave another mother in line stink eye for letting her children run amuck in said post office.

I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day. That is until we had “outside time” this afternoon. The boy likes to pretend to wash his hands and hair. This is a typical game for him. What makes this afternoon’s activity different is he did it while sitting in the dirt. Then he decided now was the time he would try picking his nose.

If this were not enough he then figured out that the recent rain had filled his little swimming pool with just enough water to make for a great makeshift baptismal font. His “Grandma” Jan taught him all about using the font water for baptizing and now he thinks any open water is an excuse to baptize himself and anyone in a twelve block radius. Of course dirty hands and water just make for one muddy kid. Ok no so much muddy as really dirty. That was the best shot I could get of him. When I took the diaper off later the whole thing was filled with dirt.

I have no problem with the child getting dirty. He’s a boy. That’s his job. But what sent me over the edge was I hand crafted a delicious pizza for us to feast on. No, this wasn’t some take it out of the freezer pizza. I made this sucker from scratch. He took 3 bites and chucked it at me. Little pecker. I tried to give it back and he did it again. Then he proceeded to whine, cry and scream at me for the next hour.

However, I will take that one hour of screaming any day for the “bed time” I got tonight. I bathed the child, I put the PJs on the child, I read the child the story and then gently rocked him…. TO SLEEP! To sleep. You hear that you man that left me here alone. To sleep!

Just for that triumph you get more boy cuteness.

This is why I love these guys so much. Too. damn. cute.

And this is his “School Bus.” Otherwise known as what he was doing while I was talking on the phone to Margaret the other night. Please note the Curious George sitting in the “school bus” with him. Someone always has to right the school bus with him.

14 Comment

  1. Tricia says: Reply

    the boy is just too darn cute! wow, and he’s growing up so fast. cutie cute cute!

  2. Carrie says: Reply

    He is sooooo darling! I must also say that you and I have vastly differing opinions about what constitutes a muddy child! When I say one of mine is muddy, I mean it would take 3 diaper wipes just to identify who’s child it is. Your son is what I would refer to as a bit messy!! 🙂

  3. Maggie says: Reply

    All in all, that sounds like a pretty good day. Though I could do without the pizza chucking. You know, I never imagined the school bus was a wire bin. Somehow, I imagined it as a toy school bus. Silly, unimaginative me.

  4. Thats why I give you amazing credit for cooking. My son throws food at me constantly or refuses to eat what I cook. That has left us with me basically throwing two frozen entrees and a can of vegitables together and calling it dinner. I think its self preservation so I don’t feel so bad about having spent so much time preparing a meal that he doesn’t eat. How do you find the time? What do you have him doing while you are cooking?

  5. mom says: Reply

    Never could I ever see too many pictures and as I go to work today, I’ll hold each one in my thoughts to get me through!! I think that it’s good you get to experience single parenting…Derek will be your hero by the time he gets home. By the way, I hope your little guy loves your cooking when he grows up as much as you enjoy mine. Heeeeeeeeeeeeee…..

  6. Debbie says: Reply

    Sounds like a perfect day. Okay so he did throw food but the rest was perfect.

    He is growing so much. Such a cutie.

  7. Yeah, for a “muddy kid” … that kid was pretty clean. You ain’t seen nothing yet … 😉 But the pizza chucking is above and beyond the call of a 2-year-old, so for your sake I’m glad he wasn’t coated in mud. Just be warned when you guys come to play one of these days, my kids are known for pouring sand over themselves and painting themselves with mud, or pudding, or oatmeal, or applesauce.

  8. So all in all, a good day then? That nose picking picture is priceless – that will make an excellent bribe photo when he is in highschool. 😉

  9. Wendy says: Reply

    Even coated in dirt with his finger up his nose he is absolutely adorable. The pizza chucking? He must be secretly taking lessons from my kid. Food is not for eating, but for playing. He only gets his calories by osmosis…

  10. auntieg says: Reply

    That’s what his dad used to call playin’ pig!

    Glad you wore your big-girl panties and dealt with it! 🙂

    BTW…auntieg reinforced the baptism thing on Easter Sunday when we were keeping busy after church….too cute!

  11. Dana says: Reply

    Man is that kid cute.

  12. NEAL says: Reply

    Or sharpie markers…

  13. Esther says: Reply

    Love the school bus…..

  14. We sometimes have good days like that. We also have the battles. I love the pics! Yesterday we had a similiar mess, but it was with oranges all in her hair, dress, the table, the floor- everywhere. I stuck her whole self under the sink- dress and all. She wasn’t happy.

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