A lot of mornings around here start off the same…with coffee. This morning I worked on finishing up some donuts (can’t even remember the last time I had a real donut!) I also took part in a tea party with imaginary tea, cream, and of course lots of sugar! In addition to being a part time super hero, my two year old is also quite the culinary master. High tea, soup made of teenage mutant ninja turtles, and broccoli (which is actually a green brain shaped eraser).
The Buzz Lightyear pajamas are still all he wants to wear. We get away with the top tucked under sweaters and sweatshirts. He is always willing to give up one piece for the day (When we wash the shirt, he wears the pants under his jeans with a hole in the knee) All day you can see him stop and peek in at the pajama pants. Sometimes you even hear him say “Oh buzz!”. But sometimes when we are out playing on playgrounds he decides the Buzz shirt must be seen. Yes, that is my child running around in what is clearly a pajama shirt, and thats ok.
The poor pajama top is getting more wear then was meant. A small hole has started on the collar. It has been washed so many times (with a great amount of protesting too) that the colors are faded, and the fabric is a bit pilly. I suppose its a security blanket of sorts, but more like his uniform. When he wears that shirt, his hands go to his hips, and he stands up super tall. You can just see his magic powers!
My older son (ten) on the other hand, never had a security item. Instead now he always has his books. They pile up on his side of the car, until I threaten that he brings them in, or no more go out. He is the kid that cheers when I say we are going to the library (you’d think I had said Chuck E Cheeses!) He insists that he needs to bring a book to go grocery shopping, even though the car ride is less than 5 miles.
He will get down and play restaurant with his two year old brother. He has a huge handmade toy collection, and while most of them were made by me, a lot he has purchased himself at the crafty shows I do. He gets straight A’s, yet he will be the first to dance like a maniac. This is the kid that volunteered to do a dance by himself in front of his entire class, just this year. He’ll talk about poop (while cracking up) and say “mom, I get that from you!” (which is true) He reads books about facts for fun, and even asked for a set of encylcopedias for his 6th birthday.
My kids are crazy and wild, and silly, and tiring, and mind boggling, and wonderful. The funny thing I have noticed about kids (and not even just my kids) Is how when they are born you are so amazed by how awesome they are, and you think they are just so wonderful…But the older they get, they just get better and better! Like you don’t even think about it as its happening, but your like..Wow, they are little people. With little personalitites, and damn these kids are pretty cool.
And to end with potty humor, here is the giant sized toilet paper roll. Fit for a king, or giant, or ten year old boy who thinks the word “ca-ca” is hilarious (guess what, I do too)