The last few days have really underscored how C is firmly out of the toddler stage and hurtling towards being a proper little boy. Case in point, a few of the conversations I've had with him in the past day or so.
I tend to lean into the catagory of a "fall-cleaner" vs "spring-cleaner" and made C's room my project yesterday; a ginormous map from IKEA put together, new "nice" bedding for the bunk beds that I bought two years ago (before N was born) got washed, and actual nails went into the walls to hang pictures and momentos. It looks 100% better albeit a bit psychotic from a decorating perspective as I try to pull together a Nautical/Hockey theme (yikes - it looks as interesting as it sounds.)
He ran upstairs when we get home. I walk into his room and he says "So.......where is my surprise?"
Sigh.
E.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g has changed in his room. Including the massive map that now takes up a whole wall. And a shrine to his favorite hockey players by his bed. So as I deliberately point out these things (through gritted teeth), I ask "So what do you think, do you love it?"
He thinks about it for a couple of seconds and says to me-
C: (pointing to the top bunk of his bed) "Mom, so like, when I'm 5 or maybe 6 will I sleep up there?"
Me: "Yes honey, sure, 5 or 6, whenever you are ready."
C: (pointing to the bottom bunk) "And N will sleep down there?"
Me: "Yes, exactly."
C: (thinking some more) "Mom, if N cries when he first sleeps there, is it ok if I get down from my bed and go into his bed to give him snuggies? And then when he stops crying, I'll go back into my bed. Is that ok?"
Me: (stunned) "Yes, absolutely."
C: "Ok, good."
So.Adorable.
Now, let's contrast this heart melting story with the conversation I had with him tonight as I was putting him to bed. C wants to be a fireman (again) for halloween, but wants to add fireman "accessories" to his costume from last year -
Me: "Tell me again what you want for your halloween costume?"
C: "Oh, ok, sooooooooo I want fireman pants, fireman boots, a fireman hose and a fireplace."
Me: "Ok - wait, a fireplace?"
C: "Yes, a fireplace mom, I need one."
Me: "Uhhh, why?"
C: "Well, I'll explain it to you next time we're on a plane."
Me: "WHAT? Why do I have to wait!"
*cue enormous set of giggles*
Annnnnnnnnnnnndddddd it wasn't until I was writing this post that I realized by fireplace, he meant a fire PLANE (which is derived from the fact my brother used to be on the CDF Helitac crew.)
I wish there was a way to go back to thinking like an almost four year old. Pure awesomeness (most of the time.)
I tend to lean into the catagory of a "fall-cleaner" vs "spring-cleaner" and made C's room my project yesterday; a ginormous map from IKEA put together, new "nice" bedding for the bunk beds that I bought two years ago (before N was born) got washed, and actual nails went into the walls to hang pictures and momentos. It looks 100% better albeit a bit psychotic from a decorating perspective as I try to pull together a Nautical/Hockey theme (yikes - it looks as interesting as it sounds.)
He ran upstairs when we get home. I walk into his room and he says "So.......where is my surprise?"
Sigh.
E.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g has changed in his room. Including the massive map that now takes up a whole wall. And a shrine to his favorite hockey players by his bed. So as I deliberately point out these things (through gritted teeth), I ask "So what do you think, do you love it?"
He thinks about it for a couple of seconds and says to me-
C: (pointing to the top bunk of his bed) "Mom, so like, when I'm 5 or maybe 6 will I sleep up there?"
Me: "Yes honey, sure, 5 or 6, whenever you are ready."
C: (pointing to the bottom bunk) "And N will sleep down there?"
Me: "Yes, exactly."
C: (thinking some more) "Mom, if N cries when he first sleeps there, is it ok if I get down from my bed and go into his bed to give him snuggies? And then when he stops crying, I'll go back into my bed. Is that ok?"
Me: (stunned) "Yes, absolutely."
C: "Ok, good."
So.Adorable.
Now, let's contrast this heart melting story with the conversation I had with him tonight as I was putting him to bed. C wants to be a fireman (again) for halloween, but wants to add fireman "accessories" to his costume from last year -
Me: "Tell me again what you want for your halloween costume?"
C: "Oh, ok, sooooooooo I want fireman pants, fireman boots, a fireman hose and a fireplace."
Me: "Ok - wait, a fireplace?"
C: "Yes, a fireplace mom, I need one."
Me: "Uhhh, why?"
C: "Well, I'll explain it to you next time we're on a plane."
Me: "WHAT? Why do I have to wait!"
*cue enormous set of giggles*
Annnnnnnnnnnnndddddd it wasn't until I was writing this post that I realized by fireplace, he meant a fire PLANE (which is derived from the fact my brother used to be on the CDF Helitac crew.)
I wish there was a way to go back to thinking like an almost four year old. Pure awesomeness (most of the time.)
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