So perhaps I should google if there is a “mom of the year” award. I do believe I am a serious contender this year. I mean, if there is a niche for a mom who ‘lets’ their child lick vaseline after eating oat puffs, thereby placing puff crumb remnants in the jar…oh and a glossy face, then I am a run away winner. What do you think? This week has dragged by. Mostly L dragging me by my hair….good lord. This child is busy. I have no one to compare him to (except Paco..who is his own man) so I venture to think my child is the busiest, trouble-seeking, trouble-finding, toilet loving child ever.
This would be proof..he got the top off the puffs with his teeth and then I turned around to see the puff buffet. Good Lord..he used the now empty container as a sword like device on his hand and thought he was HI-larious.
I take this moment in blog-dom to apologize to all moms out there that I may have doubted when they explained a certain hijinx their child commited and I rolled my eyes, thinking (internally)’come on.. where were you when that happened’. I am on my knees apologizing. I literally have watched the clock and been amazed that in 15-20 seconds, my child can attempt to teepee the potty, move on to taking trash out of the kitchen trash can, yank all the kid magnets off the fridge as though they were tainted, and move on to the well loved and organized tupperware cabinets. It is an amazing sight. I in fact used to giggle at him when one or two of those things occured. However, now..not so much. In fact….I have become my mother.. the exasperated sigh, the groan under the breath..the ‘so help me God’ comment from my mouth. Of course, that was only when my brothers did something..not Cait or I. Angels..we were angels.
Today we took advantage of the 3 inches of SNOW!!–hello God??? Wasn’t it just 65 degrees Tuesday? L was shirtless (bow chicka wow wow)on Tuesday and in sweet Napolean Dynamite-esque moon boots today. Insane. So we went sledding. It took 2 people and about 15 minutes to get him bundled…all for about 4 runs down the hill. Paco was supposed to go with us..but he watched from the garage due to a double ear infection.
So J, Juan and I voluntarily pushed my child down a hill. And Juan actually went with him. I just pushed him down by himself. He was padded…it was ok. Again..mom of the year. Some pics from that.
“And we are off…” If you could have seen his little mocoso face. (Translation: Mocoso means snotty or booger stricken in Spanish. Feel free to use it in your every day language. People will be amazed at your talents.) This would be an action shot of me..close the gaping mouths…running after my child before he gets to the sewer drain drop off. MOM. OF. THE. YEAR. Yes, I knew the drop off was there. Posing after all was well. Isn’t my little michelin man the cutest? Pic of J smoking a cigarette…actually its of Juan and L going down the hill and J was pushing them. Juan asked him to hold his cigarette. And when J yelled ‘yeah!’ for L.. he accidentally inhaled. Funny stuff. He stunk after that. All the boys… minus Paco. They had fun. At least Juan and I did. Oh and a dog in a pink sweater.
After the 10 minutes of sledding, we headed to J’s mom’s house for food. I literally could eat my weight in her tortillas and chicken and chili. Wow. Scary. After dinner, a dance party ensued. That’s just how we roll. I enjoy Paco’s crazy moves more so than my own child. Let’s just say L won’t be trying out for FAME any time soon(though that was my fave show for a while). If you see Paco out anywhere, ask him to do the Beyonce hand move from the Single girls video. He has it down pat. He’s 16 months old. Hilarious.