Jonah has been such an easy kid. No terrible twos for him. His third year is almost complete, and while my friends talk of how difficult threes can be, this one has been complacent all along. (Never fear, and don't be jelly, Max is enough trouble to make up for both of them....)
Last night I served my family a meal that did not meet Jonah's approval. "I will not eat beans! You know I do NOT like beans, mom! Give me something else! How dare you cook beans!" Yadda yadda. This went on for some time, and as a rule of thumb I don't pay much heed to whether or not he "likes" what I cook - if it is on the table, why then, it is what we are all eating. Finally his frustration climaxed and he hollered in a fiery voice, (one that he did not get from his daddy...),
"YOU ARE A BAD MOM!"
Everybody gasped.
Everybody turned.
Jonah met our horrified stares with a set jaw, and determination was written on his small face, anger in his large brown eyes.
Determined though he was, it melted in half a second.....then within another second his expression twisted into one of deep pain, sorrow, and a heavy dose of guilt. By and by, he began to wail; a wail that rose higher and louder just like a siren at a fire house. His eyes unable to meet mine, he ran to me and hugged me, tears streaming down like pouring rain. Sobbing. Gasping for air, even. "Jonah! Jonah! Tell me whats wrong?" (Sob, sob.) "Jojo, what is it? Do you feel sorry for what you said?"
Suddenly he set his jaw hard again, determined all over again. He shook his head no.
Melt again, pained expression again, wail again.
I let him wipe all his tears and yes, probably snot too, all over my shirt and waited for him to calm down, all the while Paul glancing over at me with something like confused and startled sympathy. At last the crying died down to sniffling. "Do you want to tell me anything, Jojo?" (Sniffle). "You feel bad about what you said to me?" Long, very long silence....finally he whispered painfully, "Will you forgive me?"
Long after we had all moved on and the episode was clearly a thing of the past, Jonah stopped what he was doing every now and then and said remorsefully, "I just feel so...so sorry for you, mommy!"
Here's hoping that this lasts til his teen years!!! ( :
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Lovely
Jonah can be an extremely mushy kid. I am pretty sure he tells me half a million times per day that he loves me. Oh no - I'm not complaining! Just sayin', is all. When he is very happy or content he becomes particularly amorous. For example, he is very likely to say he loves me if he is happily munching chocolate M&Ms and watching his favorite super hero cartoon. Hence, the stage was set for some real sap at on the onset of this story.
We were making soup. As do most kids, this one loves helping in the kitchen. He had pulled up a chair next to the stove and was gleefully stirring as I chopped the veggies. It is unfortunate that in order for this story to make any sense I have to announce to the entire world that I had been in a spat with my husband earlier that day....but alas, it is necessary. So yea, we'd been in a little spat.
Jonah stirred, I chopped, and I said to him,
"Hey Jojo, I'm sorry about getting in that little fight with dad. That was naughty and I'm very sorry."
"Ah, mom, you don't need to say sorry for that!"
"Well, I would prefer to say it. I got angry and didn't behave very nicely."
Jonah kept stirring and chuckled, shaking his head the way an old granny does when she understands something that she knows her young grandchild cannot.
"You", he said,"are a lovely, lovely girl."
I knew it was risky business to hold fast to my ground when such a compliment was at stake, but good mothering demanded it, so I replied,
"Thank you, Jonah, but it just wasn't lovely to be like that."
Jonah: "Mom! Sometimes even lovely people get angry!"
Me (stubborn...): "Well, it is not lovely to be naughty!"
Jonah, sighing, "Ok, yea. But you are lovely because you are sorry."
And I remembered that less than four short years ago I gave birth to this wise old owl and my mind was boggled.
THE END
We were making soup. As do most kids, this one loves helping in the kitchen. He had pulled up a chair next to the stove and was gleefully stirring as I chopped the veggies. It is unfortunate that in order for this story to make any sense I have to announce to the entire world that I had been in a spat with my husband earlier that day....but alas, it is necessary. So yea, we'd been in a little spat.
Jonah stirred, I chopped, and I said to him,
"Hey Jojo, I'm sorry about getting in that little fight with dad. That was naughty and I'm very sorry."
"Ah, mom, you don't need to say sorry for that!"
"Well, I would prefer to say it. I got angry and didn't behave very nicely."
Jonah kept stirring and chuckled, shaking his head the way an old granny does when she understands something that she knows her young grandchild cannot.
"You", he said,"are a lovely, lovely girl."
I knew it was risky business to hold fast to my ground when such a compliment was at stake, but good mothering demanded it, so I replied,
"Thank you, Jonah, but it just wasn't lovely to be like that."
Jonah: "Mom! Sometimes even lovely people get angry!"
Me (stubborn...): "Well, it is not lovely to be naughty!"
Jonah, sighing, "Ok, yea. But you are lovely because you are sorry."
And I remembered that less than four short years ago I gave birth to this wise old owl and my mind was boggled.
THE END
Friday, March 1, 2013
Coffee Date with the Kids
It's really a strange and startling moment when a mother realizes that her first kid is old enough to be a perfectly fulfilling coffee date, capable of stimulating and intelligent conversation. That moment happened to me yesterday, after I had already sat down with my kids to kill time before a morning appointment.
Lets back up 20 minutes. It's an hour drive to Front Royal, where Jonah (3) has his cello lesson every week. By the time we pulled into town, Max (almost 1) needed his morning diaper change....like, really bad. Shew! Now for those lucky souls who have had the grand opportunity to change Max's diaper, you already know that he does not like it one bit. He thrashes around wildly, screaming, hitting, kicking.....all this when there is poo involved and you potentially have a major crisis on your hands. Sometimes literally on your hands. Ew. Sorry....
So, at the coffee shop where in as little as five or six short years ago I sat snickering with my friends about so and so being pregnant with her 4th in 5 years, swearing up and down that I would adhere to my teen ambitions of running wild forever pickin' my banjo and never, ever, absoultely never would I be seen living the life of a stay at home mom.....t'was that very coffee shop that resounded loudly with the blood curdling cries of my own child and occasional bad words from me, stress building quickly and temper rising from the bottom of my mom jeans to the tippy top of my head, which was unkempt, as I had forgotten to brush my hair in the frazzled morning rush to get everyone out the door.
Finished with the diaper at last, the three of us exited the bathroom, all smiles, nodding hello to aquaintences and friends, pretending that surely it must have been some other person screaming madly, covering the John Mayer or whatever blahness was helping all those relaxed people to relax even more. I ordered a coffee for myself, raspberry nector tea for jonah, and a scone for us all to share. I set up a high chair and sat down, happy to have a coffee after a long morning without. Across from me sat my tow headed little boy with a Carhardt coat, torn pants tucked into clunky boots - on the wrong feet. He sipped his hot tea thoughtfully, and the cup looked huge in his little hands. He was silent through the diaper changing episode, but now that Max sat happily stuffing scone into his mouth, he said what needed to be said; a gentle reprimand:
"Mom, you know something: ALL babies scream and cry sometimes, but NOT all moms get stressed out about it."
Insightful as always. Steady and level headed like his dad.*Sigh*. It seems this kid always knows what to say to me and when to say it. He, being the one with me and Max constantly, knows better than anyone else how stressful it can be to get through colic, teething, etc; the things of the first year. That morning, like many mornings, I half heartedly wished I could pursuade myself to put them in daycare and do something that made *me* feel useful and intelligent. Change out of the mom jeans, ya know? Ever attentive to my feelings, Jojo perhaps caught onto my secret longings, for later in the conversation he told me fondly,
"My favorite thing about you is loving you, and my second favorite thing about you is that you never go away."
And just like that, I knew it was worth whatever it took. <3
Lets back up 20 minutes. It's an hour drive to Front Royal, where Jonah (3) has his cello lesson every week. By the time we pulled into town, Max (almost 1) needed his morning diaper change....like, really bad. Shew! Now for those lucky souls who have had the grand opportunity to change Max's diaper, you already know that he does not like it one bit. He thrashes around wildly, screaming, hitting, kicking.....all this when there is poo involved and you potentially have a major crisis on your hands. Sometimes literally on your hands. Ew. Sorry....
So, at the coffee shop where in as little as five or six short years ago I sat snickering with my friends about so and so being pregnant with her 4th in 5 years, swearing up and down that I would adhere to my teen ambitions of running wild forever pickin' my banjo and never, ever, absoultely never would I be seen living the life of a stay at home mom.....t'was that very coffee shop that resounded loudly with the blood curdling cries of my own child and occasional bad words from me, stress building quickly and temper rising from the bottom of my mom jeans to the tippy top of my head, which was unkempt, as I had forgotten to brush my hair in the frazzled morning rush to get everyone out the door.
Finished with the diaper at last, the three of us exited the bathroom, all smiles, nodding hello to aquaintences and friends, pretending that surely it must have been some other person screaming madly, covering the John Mayer or whatever blahness was helping all those relaxed people to relax even more. I ordered a coffee for myself, raspberry nector tea for jonah, and a scone for us all to share. I set up a high chair and sat down, happy to have a coffee after a long morning without. Across from me sat my tow headed little boy with a Carhardt coat, torn pants tucked into clunky boots - on the wrong feet. He sipped his hot tea thoughtfully, and the cup looked huge in his little hands. He was silent through the diaper changing episode, but now that Max sat happily stuffing scone into his mouth, he said what needed to be said; a gentle reprimand:
"Mom, you know something: ALL babies scream and cry sometimes, but NOT all moms get stressed out about it."
Insightful as always. Steady and level headed like his dad.*Sigh*. It seems this kid always knows what to say to me and when to say it. He, being the one with me and Max constantly, knows better than anyone else how stressful it can be to get through colic, teething, etc; the things of the first year. That morning, like many mornings, I half heartedly wished I could pursuade myself to put them in daycare and do something that made *me* feel useful and intelligent. Change out of the mom jeans, ya know? Ever attentive to my feelings, Jojo perhaps caught onto my secret longings, for later in the conversation he told me fondly,
"My favorite thing about you is loving you, and my second favorite thing about you is that you never go away."
And just like that, I knew it was worth whatever it took. <3
A Blog is Born
Hello! This day I have created a new blog designated to the wild adventures of motherhood. The idea came from a friend who suggested I create a blog designated to the hilarious things my kids say... (well, kid singular for the moment, as Max is not quite beyond the drooling/babbling stage.) What a day and age we live in, I thought. I can literally brag to the entire world about how funny and smart my kids are! In actuality, it serves several purposes apart from that though. Such as keeping me from going insane when all I need is a little escape from these charming children. Or, seriousness aside, keeping a record of these things that make me laugh so much throughout the day. Anyways, happy reading!
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