Mom Chronicles Day 1,232

Mom Chronicles Day 1,232:

Quarantine Day 45:

Lately Myles has been stretching himself awake and announcing, “I had a good nap Mommy!” I hate mornings. Remember the Grinch? I LOOOOOAAAATTTHHHEEE them.

But it’s impossible not to wake up happy and joyful (albeit while grudgingly stumbling to my keurig) with that smile and zest for life.

Today he was super awesome while I worked a new and later schedule. Which I’m not a fan of but I’m just grateful and thankful to be working.

This evening we played Candy Land four times. I only became Queen Kandy once y’all. I didn’t even let him win! The stinker.

Then I asked him to do some yoga stretches with me during quiet time and he got so upset! He didn’t want to tell me why. Eventually I convinced him he can tell me anything. It took a while. Apparently he was upset because he didn’t want to stretch, but he thought he’d get in trouble for telling me.

Poor kid. Obviously I pointed out all the things he can tell me. That I’m being mean (I tend to have a tone) and I want him to know he can tell me if I’m being mean. Or too loud. Provided it’s done kindly.

We went through a few more scenarios and then he told me his foot itched. I teased him and said, “well I don’t want to know about THAT!”

Thankfully he’s so dang smart he busted out laughing and got my joke. This kid is so dang smart.

I’m so blessed by God. I pray I can live up to the promises I made to God before I got pregnant... that is, giving Myles back to Him.

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