Owen and Henry just had birthdays at the beginning of September, and I couldn’t help but get a little nostalgic over the past few weeks thinking about how they are getting older and how all of those sweet little guys moments are passing by so quickly. Hank is in the 90th percentile for his weight and getting increasingly harder to rock to sleep at night and Owen can poop on potty by himself….moments that really make you cry, ya know? But what really gets me choked up every time I think about it is how someday all of those “Mommy, snuggle me” times are going to come to an end.
This morning, I was laying in my bed reading and Owen comes bursting into the room like a ray of sunshine with his crooked sleepy little grin. He said, “I was just coming to check on you, mommy.” I told him how happy I was that he came to see me and how lucky I was to be his mommy. He climbed into my bed and we assumed our normal snuggling position.
Sleeping with a 3 year old is miserable! It’s like they grow extra elbows and heels while they sleep just to make it impossible for you to find any comfortable spot on the bed that used to be yours. However, there is a time and that time is late enough in the morning where they aren’t resentful and hating life, and just before their ability to start asking for things is truly awake, and that moment….ahhh that moment….is where the magic happens. They sleep without aggression and without fighting, they are still.
I could feel that moment was about to end because he started to rub his eyes…then he spoke, “Mom, turn on The Incredibles.” It was over. Then we had the normal progression of conversation that I’m sure most American families have on Saturday morning, what he is going to be for Halloween, zebra starts with z, he hopes Santa brings him a zebra for Christmas, he needs to pee, and how long before we can go to his school’s fall carnival? Then he stopped. I got a little nervous that he was going to throw up because that is the only thing that make him stop mid sentence, but he kissed me. Like he had been overcome with love and just couldn’t wait a second longer before let it out. It was that Hallmark, grab the tissue box, text grandma to tell her how amazing her grandson is moment. As I was about to tell him how much that meant to me, he stood up, turned around, and sat his cute little bubble butt on my belly and let out the most disgusting, smelliest fart a person, not just a 3 year old, a person could ever let out.
Maybe the fart was to say suck it up Sally stop crying or maybe his farts are just met with mixed emotions….either way it was wrong. Grow up, son!