Last saturday night we had a group over to watch UFC and Malachi was having the time of his life. He was such a ham! And somehow he kept finding his way in front of a couple of pretty girls and was very quick to turn on the charm. (Never mind being ornery - how do they learn that so young!?)
Aaron and I put him down to bed about 9:30 or so and it wasn't 10 minutes later I hear a voice from the top of the stairs... "Mommy! Daddy! I have a booger!! I need a tissue please!!!" Aaron goes up the first time, helps him with a tissue and puts him right back down. Fast forward about 20 mins this time and we hear the same desperate cry. "Mommy! Daddy! I need a tissue - I have more boogers! Please!!" This time I come to his rescue, help him with a tissue (sidenote - I saw no boogers) and put him back in bed with a stern, but loving, speech about it being bedtime and we need to stay in bed.
Fast forward a little more than an HOUR and I see Jaxon's (our dog) ears perk up and he looks up the stairs. I listen for a moment and I hear feet running back and forth! So I quietly creep up the stairs, round the corner and see none other than Malachi James in the middle of the living room rocking out with his guitar. He turns, sees me, drops his guitar and says "I have more boogers!!" Lol...yeah right. So my kid finally goes to bed - for good - at 11:30! Boogers huh? Yeah...
So here's another update on the wonderous workings of Malachi - hope you enjoy:)
- You and your daddy LOVE to wrestle. I mean hard-core crash and burn wrestling. Your dad has even taught you how to put him in an arm-bar and is working on the rear-naked choke. (For those of you non-UFC fans they're only wrestling moves:) I have to admit sometimes I'm a bit nervous watching this action - which is proof to me that little boys need their daddies, and if you were left up to just me you'd probably end up a pansy. Love my hubby.
- You still eat applesauce for breakfast every single morning and have for the last I don't know how many months.
- You still eat a peanut butter and jelly every single day (that you're home at least) for lunch and have for the last I don't know how many months.
- I am this close to saying that you're potty-trained. You have been doing awesome for a few weeks now and I am SO proud of you.
- This isn't so much something you're doing as it is something you did, but it made me smile:) the morning after Easter when I went in to get you out of bed, you sat up and said "I had a good Easter mommy! I had a really good Easter!"
- You are still incredibly independent. Nighttime is a great example, you want to turn on your sound machine, turn off your light and pull your blankets over you "all by yourself." And you do get quite upset if we do any of the above for you. But you do still need me for some things like feeding you, bathing you, dressing you....just saying...
- I was really sick last week and when I started crying you ran over and said "what's wrong Mommy?" When I told you I didn't feel well you gave me a bunch of kisses and said, "It's okay mommy, I'm right here, it's going to be okay. I'll make you feel all better." I love you.
- You don't have as many boogers as you think.
- You love to scoop poop. I have plans to take video record of that and hold it against you in your teenage years.
We'll leave it at that for now:) I'm going to snuggle my son and watch an episode of Bubble Guppies. If you've never seen the show, it's little kid genius! Absolutely hilarious - I do actually laugh out loud at times. My name is Sage, and I am the mom of a toddler.
God bless everyone:)
