Moms The Word

March 11, 2007

A Story I Will Tell

Filed under: Family, Fun Stories — mrslady @ 9:17 pm

You know when your child does something and you think to yourself  “Someday, when they are older and are dating…maybe when they get married or have children…but someday I will tell this story because it is hilarious and will remind me of how cute they once were.” ?

I had a moment today.

I mentioned in an earlier post about how the baby is sick today.  And of course, with being sick comes being grumpy.  Well right before nap today he had a total meltdown (hence nap following soon afterward).  He threw himself on the ground and started weeping.  Not throwing a fit.  Weeping like his tiny three year old heart was broken in a thousand pieces and cutting the inside of his torso.  So of course I get down on the ground and gather him up in my arms and try to calm him down.  I do the normal rock-and-its-okay that all moms do when their babies are crying, and he calms down to the point where he is only hiccuping his tears-so I ask him “What’s a matter baby?”

And do you know what he says?

“Sp…” *sniffle* “Sponge please mommy” and starts to wail again.  I am very confused, so I want to clarify  “You want a sponge baby?  Do you mean blanket?”

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo” *sniffle* [WAIL!]

At this point I would give him anything to cheer him up, he need only name his price.  [It’s that horrible mommy guilt for “letting” your baby get sick and miserable like.]

“Blue sponge.  Blue.  Sponge. Pleeeeeeeease!” He gets out of my lap and goes to the drawer where I keep the extra sponges and points and cries.

So I pull out a [clean-never-used] blue sponge and the poor little monkey clutches it to his chest like it’s his long lost best friend.  Then he reaches one hand up (the universal sign for “pick me up now”) and says “Okay, night night momma.”

He carried that sponge around all day.

And I WILL be sharing this story with anyone who will stand still once my son is all grown up.

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4 Comments »

  1. oh, that’s so sad and sweet. happy birthday to your sickie, I hope he gets cake anyway!

    Comment by karen — March 13, 2007 @ 5:32 am

  2. LOL, I thought he meant something BESIDES a REAL sponge! ha! Don’t you wonder what that little brain was thinking about? He sure had real intent!

    Oh, be glad you’re blogging his young life…I wish I had had “this” medium when my babies were babies :/.

    Comment by Robin — March 13, 2007 @ 7:32 am

  3. Karen-Well, he gets pancakes today because he’s not really eating much at all and I don’t want to just let him go crazy with the cake when he has nothing “nutritional” in him. I’m hoping he’s better by Thursday because if he is, then we’re going to do cake and ice cream with hunny’s dad’s family. After that, my sister and her husband are coming over on her spring break from college and we’re going to celebrate with her. Then later this month when my other half gets home we’re going to be going to Portland and he’ll celebrate his birthday with my parents. Then he’ll celebrate with hunny’s mom’s family, since they’re in Portland too. After we’re done in Portland we’re hoping to go to the beach and celebrate just OUR family. So he gets to celebrate his third birthday five times! I don’t think he’ll miss the cake today.

    Comment by mrslady — March 13, 2007 @ 10:02 am

  4. Robin-I thought he did too! But I was sadly mistaken-he DID mean sponge. He’s been eating, playing, “cleaning”, and sleeping with that sponge almost non-stop for the last couple of days. And to think-I was going to clean with it! 😀

    Comment by mrslady — March 13, 2007 @ 10:04 am


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