Cheers Me Up

Rhys: (for the 40th time in the last 15 minutes) Mommy! Mommy! Mooommmmmyyyyy!

Me: Rhys! What do you want? I am trying to empty the dishwasher!

Rhys: Mommy, don't get grumpy.

Me: (exasperated, sighs). Rhys, you are bothering me. I am trying to get ready so we can go get groceries.

Rhys: Mommy, guess what?

Me: (sighs again) What, Rhys?

Rhys: I love you, and I want you, because you are sooooo pretty.

Me: (smiles)

Rhys: Does that make you not grumpy? You happy now?

Gaaaaah... These kids :)

End of an Era

I have blogged before about the love affair Rhys has with his soother (or as we call it, his DeeDee).

I used to tell myself he could keep it until he started chewing through them. That day came and went, and he didn't seem ready to give it up, so we caved and bought new ones for him. We had him down to only needing it at night to sleep, he didn't have it for car rides anymore and he didn't nap during the day anymore.

Then, shortly after Christmas, the day came again. BOTH his DeeDees had holes and were chewed to hell and back. They were starting to look very unsafe. He would put it in his mouth to suck, grimace and proclaim 'My DeeDee is broken!'.

So, I decided it was time to take the plunge. Time to rip this bandaid RIGHT OFF.

Me: Well, Rhysie, the stores don't have anymore DeeDees, so if they are broken it might be time to be a big boy and say good-bye.

Rhys: But Mommy...I need my DeeDee to sleep!

Me: Then you can have your broken ones. They are the only ones left. But I bet you could sleep without if you tried. Want to try for one night?

Rhys: No....

Me: If you sleep without your DeeDee tonight, you can have a remote control car in the morning...

Rhys: Okay! Good night, mom. See you in the morning.

And that was that.

We are on day four without it. He still asks for it and I remind him 'remember, you are a big boy now and you gave it up'.

A Conversation With Warren

Warren (hollering down the hallway): Why is there a Bag of Dicks on the dinning room table?

Amanda (hollering from the bathroom): WHAAAAAT?!

Warren: I said, Why is there a a Bag of Dicks on the dinning room table?!

Amanda: Oh, those are yams.

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Merry Christmas Everyone!

*sniff*

Warren was going through old pics on his phone, and found this one from over a year ago, when I was pregnant with Kyle and Rhys was sick and fell asleep snuggling me.

He looks so small and chubby and my heart breaks at how fast he growing.

My baby. LOVE.