Monday, April 8, 2013

Nite, nite

So Pierre's new thing is to actually ask to go to bed.  Crazy right?  What kid actually wants to go to bed?  Not that he goes to sleep though- here is how the new "normal" scnerio plays out.
1) he will say " nite,nite"  in a pathetic little voice, like it takes every ounce of energy he has left just get it out; 2) he will also at this point will start not wanting to hold his head up, so of course I will hold him (I'm such a sucker!); 3) next we will get his pjs on (nothing exciting here); 4) then I lay him down and start his music.  Here is where the act ends and the fun begins.  You would think that a child who could barely muster up the energy to say "nite, nite" or hold his head up would fall quickly asleep but no way, it's party time!
Once he is in bed he will turn his head side to side over and over again so that he makes sure to get at least 10 kisses to each cheek,  then we move on to his forehead which he lifts up and gets about 5 more kisses.  This usually ends when mommy has had all of the freshly applied lotion from Pierre's face on her lips that she can take and we start the "I love you's".  This goes back and forth between the two of us for awhile before he breaks into "Jesus Loves Me".  We usually sing two rounds of this and then he points to me and says " Jesus loves YOU!", which of course I reply, "Jesus loves YOU" while I point at him.  This of course goes back and forth a few times, just like everything else and then we finally say "nite, nite" and I leave the room.
From this point on for the next 45 min or so Pierre lays in his bed wide awake while he sings, laughs, and chatters happily away.  Rocky and I think he is partying with Angels, and why not, if I were an angel I would want to hang out with Pierre- he is tons of fun!  This last part also happens off and on thru out the night and we are awakened quite often by Pierre's adorable laughs and singing.  What a blessing he is!  As much as I don't care to be woke up several times thru the night, it is near impossible to get upset when Pierre is in the next room over laughing like crazy.  Those angels must be a lot funnier that what I thought they would be.  All this being said I believe I need to have a little discussion with God about keeping my four year old up to all hours of the night partying ( I think he needs a little better control over those angels!).  Or maybe I'm just a little jealous of all the fun they are having without me.  Oh the joys of children!

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Jesus love me and dirt

In the last few days I have decided to award myself " mother of the year " twice, one in the good/bragging sense, and one in the " I hope CPS wasn't around sense.
We will start with the good since it happened first.  I had just put Pierre to bed over the weekend and he was yelling out a few protest (as always) when all the sudden he got quiet.  This was very odd to me because even when he does stop yelling at me for putting him to bed when he clearly was not done partying he is rarely ever  completely quiet.  He is either talking and singing into a mirror or snoring so loud you would think a bear was in the next room.  So, my curiosity got the best of me and I peeked around the corner, praying he wouldn't see me.  Much to my surprise my sweet little Carter Bug was standing at Pierre's bedside, holding his hand and singing Jesus Loves Me very quietly.  What a sweetie! I actually had to pick him up and carry him out of the room about 10 min later, he would not leave Pierre's side because he was so worried he would be upset.  He takes this whole new big brother thing VERY seriously!
Now, on to the not so pleasant parenting moment which now that I think about it should be blamed on my husband. Here goes: I was finishing up peeling potatoes for supper tonight while Pierre was sitting in his high chair eating a couple snacks.  My back was to Pierre while Rocky was sitting at the table facing Pierre ( obviously responsible for the child's actions). All the sudden I hear Rocky yell out " NO Pierre don't eat that" and I turn to see my innocent little guy who has probably never been around house plants eat a handful of dirt from the pot next to him.  Poor thing, he probably just thought it was another weird tasting American food and of course he was not about to spit something out that he thought was food, so I did what any " mother of the year" would do and just gave him a bunch of juice to wash it down.  Oh well, could have been worse.