"A Boy's Mama"

So, this is Rock. 

Yes, he is on top of the kitchen counter. 

 Sucking on a balloon, wearing a very very worn out jersy and soccer shorts that are getting too small.

  He has a long yellowing bruise on his forehead, where I believe he also now has a permanent dent (running into a window sill while trying to escape putting a diaper on!).  I got this picture because I decided to just keep the camera in my hand until the next time I went looking for Rock. 

These days I find him on top of something.  Or falling off of something.

One of his favorite places is in the girls room on top of their drawers.  He climbs up and throws everything off one by one.  (we used to keep a whole bowl of shells up there)  All of their treasures, dolls, knick knacks... then he gets off (I pull him off) and goes over to the bed and tears off all the sheets blankets pillows, then he jumps on top.  I guess this is what comes of having a boy.  When I ask him to get down or whatever, he will say "I sorry mama.  I didn't mean to!" At which point my heart melts and I just want to kiss his chubby cheeks and ruffle his curly hair even if he's been a little stinker! 

Today he picked a flower and ran to me.  He said "Mama I picked this flower for you!  Put it in your hair!"  So I did and then he kissed my lips and told me I was beautiful!  What is a girl to do!

Oh, and did I mention that he wore his Batman jammies to church last Sunday?  Oh yes.  He would not, I repeat: would not put on his Sunday clothes.  I wrestled them on and buttoned up the shirt to his throat so he couldn't get it off. But then he screamed until he was hoarse and struggled for an hour trying to yank it back over his head and he ripped off his pants... so Ava suggested his new Batman jammies.

  I was trying to shush her so he wouldn't hear, but it was too late. 

It was either naked or Batman... so there you go.  No shoes.  Batman jammies.   Big bruise face.  At church.

 

Grandma Bonnie sent him a new Soccer outfit so that his other one can have a rest sometimes!  And a cape.  He put it on and went zooming around the room saying "To the rescue!" 

 But then his shoulders slumped over and he came to me and said "I can't do it!  I can't fly, Mama!"  I told him he could just imagine it but he was pretty sad.  I guess he was pretty sure the power was in the cape!  Cute boy.

I am totally whooped.  I've heard of  "Mama's Boys" but it turns out I'm a "Boy's Mama".  He's got me wrapped around his finger.