It’s Friday, Friday!
Today, I am traveling with HJ’s daycare on a field trip. I am excited to see him interact with all his daycare buddies. Than, tonight, HJ and I are heading to Movies Under the Moon to see The Lorax!
Last week, HJ earned a movie on his sleep chart. I let him pick one out at Target. The second he laid eyes on this one, he was sold. “MOM, MOM! IT’S SPACE JAM! MICHAEL JORDAN!”
I have absolutely no idea why he knew what this movie was or who Michael Jordan is. He jumped around target saying “Oh yeah, Michael Jordan!”
When we got home and turned it on, he started dancing like a maniac. He loves Space Jam. And Michael Jordan. Just wait until he is old enough to think it is awesome when I can say, “I met Michael Jordan.” I will be the coolest mom. Ever.
God, that song gives me flash backs to high school pep rally’s. And yes, I was always in a cheerleader or dance team uniform. DJ TURN IT UP!
When the ex bf and I first broke up, I was all…
second time around, I am all…
And yes, I realize that makes me sound like a 14-year old girl.
Last week, while grocery shopping, HJ decided to challenge my parenting skills and prove to others how I will react to his loud and booming voice. While in the check-out line HJ is staring down this larger man with a white beard. He bellows at me, “MOM! It’s SANTA! SANTA!”. I look over at the man, and while, yes, he does look like Santa, I am not sure if that is what he wants to hear (sidenote: this happened another time at Wal-Mart and the man winked at HJ, bless his soul). “It might be, so we better behave, HJ.”
He looks over again, just glaring at the guy and tugging at my shirt. “BUT MOM! SANTA!!! He has a BIG BELLY!”
At this point, the few people behind me in line are chuckling at him. I am trying to figure out how to get HJ to stop, when a man in a wheel chair passes by us. HJ’s attention immediately shifts. “Mom, what was that?”
“That’s a wheelchair, it is helping that man get around.”
“But why mom? He is a big kid, HE SHOULD WALK!”
Again, people behind me are laughing. I explain to him that some people need help getting around and the wheelchair is what some people need. By this time, my groceries are loaded up and I am trying to get out of there quickly before he sees anyone else to question.
When we get home, I am cleaning the kitchen floor, while HJ is playing on the deck. He wanders in the house right as I am finishing with a look of amazement on his face. He lifts his arms up as if praising God and says, “Mom! You did this yourself? It is beautiful! Me so proud of you!” And comes up and gives me a hug. If he rewarded all my cleaning efforts like this, I would be sure to have the cleanest house around.
Hope you all have a great weekend!