bonding

Really this post is just to show this wicked cute pic of little man and his best friend.

Hot

Today Gavin ran straight into a corner. He was going as fast as he could to chase the dog and he did not clear enough room between himself and the corner he was trying to go around. He landed flat on his butt. He cried and screamed. I watched his forehead swell up as I was trying to get a cold pack ready. Why are they never fixed when I need them? I tried to place the icepack on his head and he screamed at me,"I am hurt not hot. I don't want ice I want a kiss!" I love the way my son thinks. Kisses from mommy can heal everything. A few min after his owwie kiss he was back to chasing the dog.

 It swelled up

 Turned a little red

 My son posing for camera

His beautiful skin covers the offending owwie. He is happy again and playing with the Ipod.

Gross

I stumbled upon my son as he was seriously studying his fingers. He would bend and move them in different ways. I realized it was something on his fingers that captured his attention. He did this for a few minutes without him knowing I was watching. I got his attention by asking, "What is on your fingers?"

He quickly shoved them in his mouth then pulled them right back out. "It tastes like boogers."

Yes this sweet little angel...

HAS GROSSED ME OUT.

Thumbing

Apparently I had something on my cheek. My son became concerned. He came over and climbed into my lap, licked his thumb, and used it to clean my face.
"There you go mommy, I thumbed you, so now you're clean."
I love his choice of wording.

Potty Humor

My son embarrases me all the time with his sensitivity to smells. It seems like every time we are out in a public bathroom my son has to talk about how stinky it is and there is always someone else in there with us. He often goes into detail about what it could be that he smells. Oh his vocabulary is quite extent in things that stink. LOL.
Today though this is what happened.
Picture it...At the library bathroom. It is one of those bathrooms that doesn't have a entrance door but just abruptly turns so you can't see in. We are in the big stall at the end. My son sits upon the toilet paper covered seat of the porcelain throne. My son opens his mouth and in (I swear) his loudest angry voice, "SOMEONE PUT STINKY PEE IN MY PENIS!"
From outside of the bathroom I hear a stifled laugh.

So proud....lol

Date Night

"Mommy?" a little voice calls. "Mommy, do you want to go on a date with me to Barnes and Noble?" He climbs into my lap and kisses my cheek trying to butter me up to the idea.
"Gavin what is a date?" I ask.
"Mommy a date is when you go somewhere to play at night." His eyes saying "duh" stare back at me.
"Why don't we go tomorrow afternoon?" I really don't wanna go out in the wet and Sunday's are the worst day to go to B&N due to everyone off work and out and about.
"It is not a date if we go when the sun is out!" His little arms cross his chest making it clear that I have disgraced his request for a date.
I gently remind him we just put bread in the machine and that need to be home when it is done so we can take it out and get it taken care of. So he is now excited for his bread and has agreed that tonight would not be a good night for a date but yes we will go on a date this week.
Oh how much I love my son and am amazed by him everyday.

Mean Mommy

At 6pm every evening is the cut off for Gavin to have anymore liquid. He hates this. It is amazing to me how thirsty this boy can become after 6pm. He often resorts to begging and crying for something to drink. But alas, mommy is rock solid on this. No more 3am changing of the bed. No more stinky pj's and bedding. So 6pm NO MORE LIQUID of any kind.
On this wonderful Sunday evening my son is stomping off, anger flaring in his eyes, fists clinched and arms folded over his puffed out chest, he matter-a-factly states. "Mamama is nicer than you mommy."

Hooker

Gavin and I on Sunday were traveling to the Goodwill store to look for a curtain and then to Papa's and Mamama's so mommy could see if they had the stuff she needed to finish her project. Within blocks from our first destination we were involved in a rear-end collision. I stopped when our turn arrow was ending its yellow duration and the drive straight green light came on for on-coming traffic. (you with me?) anyway I looked in my rear view mirror and saw a car coming at me faster and did not stop. So I braced with  thoughts running threw my mind.

1. We are going to be hit and Gavin is in the car! Someone might hurt my baby. He is safe and buckled properly in his seat. 
2. If I get hit from behind I need the car to stay straight so I am not pushed into on-coming traffic and cause a worse accident.
3. Do I have anything in the trunk?
4. Ugg why did I leave the house today?

So I held my steering wheel so it's direction was straight. I held my foot on the brake as hard as I could. 

This all happened in seconds. Then impact. 

The car was drive-able and so I pulled into the parking lot across the street when it was the turning lane's turn to go. I called my parents (because that's who I call first always, texted my hubby who was not going to be avaible due to him holeing up to finish a project for school, and then I called 911 to get hold of the state troopers. Then waited. She was a nice girl and all. But she kept on wanting to leave. Long story short parents got there 5 min after I made the call, Daddy to save the day!!!, the officer was there in about 45 min, took our info and statements. The other girl accepted all blame (of-course). And my mom jumped in the car with me to finish my intended destination. 

While shopping in the kids section for clothing for my ever growing child all he was talking about was this accident. There was another mother in the section he was telling his story too. "And then there was the crash, and the car jerked and then the police came and looked at our broken car....." I was kinda tuned out for most of the conversation until I heard this, "MOMMY WE NEED A HOOKER!!" (why is it that when a child says something like that their volume is turned up all the way?) The other mother was trying not to laugh. I was trying not to crawl under the clothing racks. I took a breath and asked, "why do we need a hooker?" in the softest voice I could. "Because I don't want a tow-truck to take our car to the garage. I want a truck with a hook to take our car to our house so I can fix it." 

I then explained that a tow-truck will take our car wherever we pay them to.

Thank God for keeping us safe, and thank God for a child who keeps his mommy laughing when her tension is sky high.