I have been one bundle of pulsing nerves as this semester draws to a close. I have some of the classes completely out of the way!! Hurray.
On Monday the maddness began. I didn’t even give Credit to the artist of the painting. It was James Christensen if anyone wanted to know.
Thing 1 is still suffering with his ear infection. He is clogged and conjested. Thing 2 hates to hear her brother cry and so she is awake complaining too. So about 2am this morning my boy starts saying…..
In the voice that says,"if you don’t give this to me now I am going to have a major melt down".
And, So it began—Hug? Milk? Choclolate?*** At 2am my guessing skills are not up to par**** Dog? Blanket? pillow? Bottle? Medicine?? car? Train? Truck?? Tractor? Binki?
Oh there were so many. And with each wrong guess there was a buzzer of frustration that went off in his face.
Mid guessing I stopped and said,"Oh I love you" At that hour it even surprised me!! Compassion at 2am?? Who would have thunk it.
Thing1’s frustration face melted into an expression his dad gets when he thinks that I have said something really sweet. Then he starts acting it out for me.
Up on his knees he starts rocking side to side. This gives me the urge to laugh because now I am playing suraides. Then it finally clicks.
"RoCK??" I say sheepishly.
Then the generic statement that comes from my boy everytime we play "guess what I am asking for now"
"Yeah, OH KAY!"
It wouldn’t have been a total shock if he hadn’t grown up hating to be rocked!! In fact I have used it as a threat many times for him to stay in his big boy bed.
What a cutie.
I’m not a fan past 9pm.