Basically I’ve decided that my kid is the cutest kid ever. And no, you don’t have to agree with me that MY kid is the cutest kid ever. Since I’m his mom, my opinion in this matter is kind of the only one that counts.
But OMG. He’s a kid. Sure, I still call him “toddler.” And technically, to some degree, I guess he is.
But y’all, he has a personality. He remembers things in one situation and applies them to other situations. He carries on conversations. He has opinions.
HE IS A REAL BOY.
So, because he’s the cutest kid ever, and mine, and since this blog is technically supposed to be about how I’m Momming him and all that jazz, I’ve decided to institute a weeklyish, or biweeklyish, or whenever I have half a second of spare time, “meme” about how he’s the cutest kid ever. I mean, how am I going to remember these things otherwise, right?
Here’s a collection of our conversations this week:
Sunday night, post-bath pajama time. I’m tickling his arm pits with my face. Because they are clean. He finally stops laughing and says “You not being very nice right now, Mama. You play nicewee.” Score one for the Mama for teaching the kid manners! (And daycare. They certainly get credit for that, too.)
Wednesday afternoon, pre-nap snuggles. He’s sitting in my lap and he puts his hand on my chest and says “You my sweet heart, Mama. You silly goose.” I turned into a puddle in the chair and ran to Twitter to share his cute with the universe.
And then there was the kissing.
Last night, he was having a super hard time getting settled. We ran behind on bath/bed time. Dan was stressed. I had to watch and review American Idol. Joshua was whining and crying from his room and it was a terrible, horrible, no good, really bad evening and nothing was going the way it should have gone. I went into Joshua’s room to hold him for a minute to see if I could get him settled down and asleep.
I grabbed him up and we snuggled into the chair in his room and he started kissing my arm.
Then he said “I need kiss you elbow.” So he kissed my elbow.
Then he said “I need kiss you face.” So he kissed my face.
Then he grabbed my hand and kissed my hand.
The kid was planting kisses everywhere and I was giggling and so incredibly confused (until this morning) but loving all the love.
This morning he asked to “play Mama’s phone” which means he wants to watch videos on YouTube. So I let him. He navigated himself to his favorites and found a Baby Einstein video and before I knew it, he was kissing my arm again. I looked over at the video and the duck puppet was dressed in pajamas and kissing all of the stuffed animals goodnight.
So then we had a kissing war and I’m pretty sure I won.
He had a near meltdown over the fact that I brought his basketball goal back inside the house in advance of the impending rain (that is nowhere to be seen as of this moment). ::side-eye:: to you, Weather Channel. But even this meltdown was cute because y’all, THE HORRORS of having a basketball goal INSIDE the house. It’s so hard to be 3.
And then he brought me the unopened Swiffer 360 duster my friend Kim sent for when I have to break down more doors. He said “I need open dis yewwow.” I said “If I open this, you’re going to start cleaning.” And he said “I needa cween!” Well, okay, kid.
Speaking of “well, okay,” he says that. All the time.
“Joshua, do you want to go outside?”
“Joshua, do you want to brush your teeth?”
“Joshua, do you want milk or juice?”
This, y’all, this is the reason I have a hard time sending him to daycare when I’m on a break from school. These are the things I’d miss.
Gah. Cutest kid ever.