Bath Time Gone Bad

Yesterday was a hard day. I was running on 4 hours of sleep and by 10:30 I had completely run out of gas. I was staring down the barrel of a very long and trying day. But, thanks in part to a long visit to the indoor play park, and about a gallon of coffee, I made it through the day.

When bath time finally rolled around that evening, Captain Crazy asked to take a shower with me. My exhausted brain and body couldn't think of a reason to deny his request, and since I looked and felt like "shit on a stick" it sounded like a great idea to me. After all , I still take baths with him sometimes. But no sooner did we step into our little one-man shower did I realize why showering with my three-year-old son was a bad idea.

To begin with, we were very close together, and he was eye-level with my crotch which he thought was just fabulous (his vantage point - not my crotch) I spent the rest of our shower swatting his hands away from me as he tried to yank out my short hairs one by one. Oh, and I must mention here that he has a nickname for my crotch. Yes, indeedy - my three-year-old has a nickname for his mommy's crotch. He calls it a "stit". Sometimes he calls it a "pooty". I have no idea how he came up them, but my husband thinks they're pretty bitchin' nicknames and laughs like hell whenever he hears them.

Another reason I will never take another shower with my son is because every shriek, laugh, yell, whine, and chorus from "Laugh Cookaberra" was amplified to ear-splitting decibels in our shower stall. My poor tired head nearly exploded right there.

I hustled us out of the shower, stuffed him into his jammies, and handed him over to his daddy for tooth brushing and book reading.

I took my pooped out "stit" and went to bed.

Pillow Talk

This morning Captain Crazy came into our room as usual for his morning "snuggle time" with me. I swear the kid is addicted to snuggling - he just LOVES, LOVES, LOVES it and I love it too. I know all too well that eventually he'll outgrow his desire to snuggle with me and then I'll be lucky to get a high five in passing from him. So, like I was saying, I love snuggling with him too. We burrow under the covers and I wrap my arms around him and we either nod off to sleep again or we talk about our day ahead.


This morning I was telling Captain Crazy that I would miss him while I was at work today, but that I would be holding him in my heart all day until I saw him again. He looked at me with his big, beautiful brown eyes and asked "But Mommy, how can I get in your heart? There's no door to open to get in." My heart melted a little and I just told him that my heart doesn't need a door because it's was always open and that it was always very full because he and his brother are always in it, filling it up. This explanation must have satisfied him because he smiled and promptly moved on to more pressing issues like the morning's breakfast menu.

Now I know my kids are too young right now to fully grasp the depth of love I have for them -sometimes it still surprises me. But I do hope that some day they'll understand. I hope that some day they'll understand why I kiss them so much, why I tell them I love them so often, why my husband and I have gladly sacrificed so much for them, why we work so hard to keep them safe and healthy and why, if anything ever happened to them, our reasons for living would be gone. They are little now, but I hope that when they're grown, they realize how much we love them and that they go on, long after we're gone, holding us in their hearts too.