Monday, January 5, 2009

Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails...

Little boys. Little boy are like puppies cause they turn into big boys. Get it, like puppies turn into dogs? Wait, is this Asude or Amy, I can't tell. Our blogs sound so similar. :)

So my precious angel who can do know wrong, otherwise known as Chay Chay is kind of mean sometimes. He doesn't mean to be, I don't think...it just comes out.

This is Chase: On an airplane at the age of 3. Stewardess walks by with the cart. He snags a soda off. She is not pleased. She gives him a look. The next time she comes by he looks up at her and says, "You look very beautiful with all your sparkly make- up on." She says, "Well compliments will get you everywhere." Then she brings him all the snacks from first class.

Chase at 4- Our friend is playing "Airplane" with him and the Saige and her friend. Our friend, Trish is 6 ft tall, blond and built, as they say, like a brick shit house. She's beautiful. Chase loves her. She tells me when they're done, (and she's embarrassed, although it was him) that when she was giving Saige an airplane ride he leaned down and kissed her inner thigh.

Chase at 5- It's morning. I have the stomach flu. Saige is in school. Marc is at work. Chase is home with me cause he went to afternoon kindergarten. I am lying in bed sooo sick. He comes up with the "breakfast in bed" tray. On it he has put a Gingerale and a piece of toast with some turkey on it. I say, "Oh Baby, I'm going to come down and make you breakfast." He says very sternly, "No. I am taking care of you today. Daddy says while he is gone I am the man of the house."

My baby is a lover. I could tell a million stories like that. I have to to remind myself that his "moments" now is a phase. Right? Like when he asks me something and I don't give him the answer he wants and he slams the door on me. He does apologize, but still it crushes me. People warned me of this age. I never believed them. Chase is known as "false advertising," cause he's such an easy kid. So the looks, the attitude, the door slamming makes me sad.

I think I just need to remember, it will pass, like all hard things do and he loves me. Yes he does.

10 comments:

Sue Jacquette said...

Honey, only you could have written that post. Love it.

Anonymous said...

yes, he does. like nobody's business.

~jami

Christy said...

"...is this Asude or Amy, I can't tell. Our blogs sound so similar." Okay, I just love you! I was feeling like that this morning too!

I keep repeating "this too shall pass" every time I get all that from my 11 y/o...it will, won't it?!

BEAUTIFUL picture! :)

Mark said...

I don't know, Amy. I think I was a good kid when I was very young, and then one day the "bad seed" side of me started to slowly emerge. It didn't affect who I was with friends and strangers, but I have been a bit of a pain in the ass to my parents ever since. I think it is something innate to a boy's need to develop his independence and establish his superiority. It's like we are still all cavemen somewhere deep down, and we need to constantly prove our worth. You know, the my "car" is bigger than your "car" sort of thing. My guess is that boys often test their courage with their mothers first because they know that no matter what they do, their moms will always love them. Rest assured that no matter how much boys test their moms, they always love their moms (and stepmoms) deeply. Just try not to take it personally. Your little angel is just spreading his wings and growing up. Soon enough, Marc will get tested, too.

Simple Answer said...

Love those stories. It's what keeps us from wanting to strangle our offspring, yes?

Brother Chris said...

I concur with Mark's "Inner Caveman" theory. I wish he had told me about that maybe 30 years ago. It would have been a nice alibi in some sticky situations to say: "That wasn't me... it was my inner caveman".

Meredith said...

Yet another cybertwin post - coulda written it about Hudson. He too is going through a little rebel against mommy phase...my sweet little perfect mama loving boy gives me some 'tude now and again these days. I hate it.

I was counting on him to help me survive having two girls with periods in a few years dammit.

Anonymous said...

I just love that little man. Remember when I came over a few weeks ago, and (after he gives me the obligatory hug and kiss) asks, in the sweetest of voices,"May I take your coat, Jen?" I nearly passed out. I had to confirm with you a few times that it wasn't a set up. He is so precious....

Anonymous said...

P.S.
Even though he did end up tossing it onto the kitchen table...but it's the thought that counts!!!!

Wep said...

those are AWESOME stories!