rainbow.

Pratt: "I have Popsicle, mom?!"
Me: "sure babe. What kind?"

I proceed to read off all the different kinds. Rainbow, orange swirl, lemonade, etc.

Pratt: "rainbow, please."

Five minutes later we were on the front porch. He's eating the Popsicle

Me: "is that good?"
Pratt: "yes."
Me: "what does it taste like?"
Pratt: "um, a rainbow mom."

So. Mark it down. This is the first time he looked at me like I was a complete and total moron. Awesome. It feels great.

Oh, and for the record...rainbows taste like lemon, cherry and blueberry swirl.







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chatty pratty.

I'm really too tired to write. I should get on the laptop and post something, but I'm just too exhausted.

My child NEVER stops talking. Like, even in his sleep. Today he only napped for an hour. He doesn't realize it, but he is not even going to try to give up that nap. Reason number 800 I'm not going to a toddler bed. Dr. Weissbluth said to wait. And I follow any and all instructions. Even though pratt totally jumped two weeks ago. Like out of his bed. Yep. Jumped. Knocked the wind out of him.

Well, today around 5 I tried to convince him to lay down on my bed and watch Dora with me. And maybe nap.

He wasn't having it. Didn't want to nap. Instead he wanted to talk about pickles. And robots. And grasshoppers being eaten by the preying mantis on our front porch. He wanted to know when we were going to go to the library again. He wanted to know about the fish there. And the owl outside.

He talked about skeet and ace. And about Popsicles and oatmeal. And juice and goldfish. About elephants and spiders.

We talked about why we couldn't see nana and papaw today. About how he wanted to go for a ride on the lawnmower. About seeing miss Laura (yara) tomorrow.

Are you tired? Yep. It's exhausting. And you have to respond to all that. Because if you don't respond he keeps repeating himself over and over again.

Every time I would try to close my eyes he would pry them open and say, "peek boo mom!!" and then fall out laughing. I'm pretty certain my cornea is scratched.

Here he is. My little talker. Caught in mid- thought.

jay bird.

'cause out here in the country we don't always wear clothes...



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chow uh.

so my little boy loves the "chow uh".  or shower. 

he asks to take one at least once a day.  i think he thinks it makes him old.  and big.  and independent. 

oh, and yes stacy harris, you CAN see the swagger in that second picture.  that's just for you ;)

dear pratt.

dear pratt,

this is my favorite age.  an almost 2 year old. 

while there are days when you visit the time out mat or maybe you scream to do things your way, i am learning to appreciate it.  i know it means you're growing up.  and i know it means that i'm doing my best in trying to teach you sooo many things in such a short period of time.

today as i was making our lunch, i thought about how blessed we are.  to have a fridge full of food.  to have a husband working hard so that we can always have more.  to have you, helping me with every little step.  you can pull the turkey and mayo out of the fridge drawer.  how you can bring the bread and cheetos in from the pantry.  you've gotten pretty good at getting the pickles out of the jar. 

you are such a big boy.  such a sweet, big boy.  at unexpected times, i get kisses.  and hugs.  and "stay mom"s.  i love you so much. 

thank you for helping me clean up the kitchen.  i never dreamed that i not only would have a son, but i would also have such a wonderful little friend in you. 

that is...until you're 13.  and then...well, you'll probably just want me to stay out of your business. 

ain't gonna happen pal.

but seriously...i love you.  with all my heart.
mommy.

if you give a moose a muffin.

reading is great. 

usually...but then there are days when you're just trying to get in and out of kroger for say organic whole milk that is on sale for 2/5 bucks.  but when you're heading down the baking aisle to get flour, your kid spots muffin mix and starts to scream, "muffin!  mom, muffin!  moose, mom!  paint!  and muffins moose mom!  ahhh!"

and then, well, then you stand in the aisle begging him to pick out which kind he wants.  prompting him.  telling him he has to choose quickly.  because all of a sudden the aisle is getting more crowded and no one thinks it's cute that he remembers books or muffins or the fact that the moose can paint. 

it took pratt forever to choose between strawberry, chocolate chip and blueberry.  he finally decided on chocolate chip because...well, because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  and i honestly believe that ALL things are better with chocolate chips.  the darker the chocolate, the better.  yum. 

so this morning we decided to make the muffins.  and of course, as it always goes, in the end, he really liked the cool whip better than the muffins. 

go figure.  and have wonderful weekends too!

epitome.

This is the epitome of our relationship.

Me: "just sit with me for a while. In my lap. Let me just hold you."

And then I kiss all over his face.

Him: "stop mom. Tickles. Enough mom. Stop."

All the while he giggles. And tries to get up so he can go play.

It's like the giving tree. I've become the giving tree. and he's the kid who just wants to build a boat...



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