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Mom Chronicles Day 1,570




Mom Chronicles Day 1,570
52 months old
April 10, 2021
Quarantine Day 373:

Well it’s been a while. So let’s start with this.

His favorite word is “jump”.

He still wants to “fix the food problem” when I ask him what problem he wants to solve when he grows up.

He decided he was not about psoriasis a few nights ago and since my legs were looking MIGHTY contagious, I was not allowed to touch him or snuggle for bed. He wanted me to put on long pants. I thought to myself, “child, gtfo of my bed”. And then I sweetly reminded him he doesn’t tell mommy what to do. Then we discussed the difference between being honest and being mean. He’s four. I know. But still. We learned about bullying.

Then when I said, “it’s okay if you don’t want to be touched” he said “I just don’t want YOU touching me.”

Okay you little stinker. I’m about to take you down a notch and put your pallet on the floor. 😂

I’ve tried to be a more- no- to be a “crafty” mom. So we started painting rocks. Those washed away in the rain and it made me feel bad about the paint in the water/environment. So I bought a rock painting KIT. We (I) accidentally exploded the end of a glow in the dark paint tube all over he and I, put googly eyes on our glow in the dark rocks and smeared paint on each other.

Note: glow in the dark paint does NOT wash out of hair. I ended up after three or four baths having to cut it out of his hair. I glowed for at least two days although I showered as well.

We made an AWESOME “M****Mommy poster board with all the glitter paint in the world. He wants to add more.

This poster board is HEAVY y’all. I don’t think it’s going to hold much more.

For some reason he’s been talking about people dying a lot. Just in random conversation. I just- whatever. We just talk. I’m not bringing it up. He is 2 inches from being able to be in JUST a booster seat and almost to big for me to pick him up.

He’ll start K4 in June. 

He likes to do the naked baby dance. So we’ll end a bath or shower and he’ll run around yelling “NAKED BABY!” “I’m a naked baby!!”

And then the other day he saw Gracie (Mom’s Doberman) and her butthole was clenching or moving or something and he goes “ewwww nooo!!! Her booty hole is dancing! She’s not a naked baby!”

This is the same morning Mom/Grandma took her teeth out and showed him what MY grandma used to look like. The open eyes look on his face was PRICELESS.

That could explain the rest of the week. Haha.

All in all, we’re busy. He’s still madly in love and attached to MawMaw. He is learning to read, loves stars and the planets, wants a house we can paint purple “because that’s your favorite color mommy” and says often that I am “the best mom ever” for little things like watching Bluey for 15 more minutes. Or two.

He is very, very attached to his Dad right now. I believe it’s the age? It doesn’t matter why. He’s got a good one and he’s constantly talking about Daddy when he comes home.

I think that’s all- it’s probably not honestly.

But that’s all I’ve got. He is tired of the corona pirates. He’s tired of sanitizer and masks. It’s all he’s known. Our Coronavirus babies.

I have two more pages left in the journal I write for him. He picked out the next journal. I can’t wait to start a new one. I hope I have dozens by the time he’s 18. Or 20. Or whenever he gets them.

 

 We lost Grandma to old age. She was 95. We buried Ms. Ann Turner on Monday. His great grandma. Later that night I asked him what his favorite thing about the day was. He said it was saying goodbye to grandma. *cries*

~k~




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