Do I have to do everything myself?

My son recently stayed with his grandmother for a sleepover.  He just turned four years old and he’s at the age now where he will tattle on you if you are not careful!

Me: (I was putting Mason to bed.) Do you want your ceiling fan on tonight? (It’s a rhetorical question because he ALWAYS sleeps with the fan on.)
Mason: Yes.  Mommy, when I stayed at Nana’s house, she forgot to turn the fan on!
Me: Oh she did?  Did you ask her to turn it on?
Mason: Yeah, but she didn’t hear me.  I called and called to her but she did not come.  She put a chair by the bed so I could climb down.  So I climbed down and I called and called for her.  So then I pulled the chair to the wall and climbed up.  I turned on the fan and had to pull the chair back, and then I had to climb back up on the bed and get back under the covers!  It was exhausting!

I love You, Now Leave

My son doesn’t get sick very often (as much as most little kids his age), in fact we just took him to the doctor and he’s been put on antibiotics for the first time in over a year.  He has an upper respiratory infection so he’s not feeling very well.  Aside from being very resilient, he also is very independent.  When he gets sick it is one of the rare times when he wants his mommy.  We are pretty strict about the kid’s sleeping habits but in this case I told Mason I would lay in his bed with him till he fell asleep.  We did the normal night time routine of brush teeth, night clothes, milk in a sippie and read a book together.  Then I told him the one rule to Mommy sleeping with Mason is he had to lay down and be still and not talk.

Me: (turns off the light and lays down in the bed) OK, Mommy is here and remember the rule?
Mason: (nods his head and sips his milk from his sippie cup.  He reaches over to me and tries to find my hand.  I give him my hand and he wants to hold it while he sips his milk.  This was very sweet to me because he never does things like that).  Mommy, I love you.
Me: I love you too son.
Mason: (Sits up in the bed)
Me: Mason, what’s the rule?
Mason: (lies down) Mommy, I like the stars…
Me: Mason…rule?
Mason: (finishes his milk and hands the cup to me) I’m done.
Me: (I put the cup aside by don’t say anything)
Mason: Mommy?……Mommy?…..Mommy?….
Me: Mason, I told you the rule.
Mason: But Mommy….I’m tired.
Me: Then you have to lay down and be still and go to sleep.  That’s why I told you the rule.
Mason: But Mommy…I am tired and I want to go to sleep now.  You have to leave.
Me: Oh, LOL, you can’t sleep while I’m here?  You want me to go now?
Mason: Yes, I want to sleep, you go.

It’s Poopy!

This morning during our wait in the Starbucks drive-thru line, my 3 year old and I had this conversation:

Mason: Mommy, it’s poopy!  Look up dere.
Me: What poopy?  Where?
Mason: Up dere! (He points to a smear of mud high on the wall of the Starbucks building beside us where we are waiting in line.)
Me: Honey, I don’t think that is poopy.  Just because something is black and yucky doesn’t mean it is poopy.
Mason: It is Mommy!  It is! I think it is!
Me: I don’t think so.  It’s just dirt. How would poopy get up high on that building?
Mason: It walked up dere and splattered itself all over!
Me: Oh…gross!
Mason: (Starts laughing)  Poopy does that sometimes.

No Sleep Till Brooklyn!

Yet even more proof I am ruining my child…

Yesterday I was working in the garage while my 3 year old son is sitting in the yard in a small patch of dirt and rolling his hotwheals cars around, and I hear…


Huh?  I stop and wonder if I really just heard what I thought I just heard… and he sings again…


Yep, the beat is unmistakeable.  My son is singing the Beastie Boys.  He doesn’t understand the words but he’s got the beat correct.  I go inside and tell my husband to step outside and I whisper to him that Mason is singing “No Sleep till Brooklyn”.  Sure enough, he says it again a few feet away from us.


Here is proof: