room for two

the incredible nash

(that's a little halloween foreshadowing for you, if i get my rear in gear)

*some serious nash pride follows. feel free to skip if my gushing makes you sick.

i usually say something along the lines of, "let me make baby happy first" while nash waits for me to fill his sippy with milk. he's so sweet to his "bebe" that he gets a big cheesy smile on and says "hap-EEE" and pets and strokes the lumpy girl who smiles right back at him (i think she worships him), totally forgetting he wanted milk in his sippy to begin with. just now he tried to swaddle her and move her to her crib. too bad she's half his weight.

while we were away this weekend sans kids (i'll post about that later provided someone gets the pictures to me. hint, hint), naomi took the kids for a walk to the park. they had to wait for traffic before crossing a road and then began to cross when nash noticed a truck pulling onto the road. so, what did he do? he yelled "no truck!" and waited. the truck let them cross and he then decided to tell the driver "thank you, thank you." are you kidding me? this is another thing he did not learn from me-not that i wouldn't thank someone who kindly waited for me to cross while toting kids, but where we live no one even considers waiting for us to cross. he'll thank anyone. in fact, a few weeks ago he even thanked the nurse who gave him the shots that made him scream and cry louder than ever before.

and then there's mommy-love. last night at about twelve-thirty, he woke up soaked. the kid pees an unbelievable amount and tends to do it all at night. this is the one thing that's got me dragging my feet when it comes to potty-training. i went in and changed him and the bed. then, as he usually requires of me by patting the bed beside him, i laid down by him for what i only intended to be a few minutes. but he was so sweet that i couldn't leave. he likes to snuggle close with his big eyes staring right at mine and one arm thrown over my neck. then he pets me and says "mom-mee." and puts his lips on mine (although i have to do the kissing, he hasn't quite figured his part out yet). i stayed for an hour, then he fell asleep smiling and i snuck out replacing myself with a pillow so that he wouldn't recognize my absence. and mostly so he wouldn't roll out of the bed. i don't even care when he wakes up at night anymore. especially now that he's in a big boy bed because there's room for me and an abundance of cuddles and kisses.

plus right now he's wearing my ruffled green heels and carrying my camera case as a purse. the kid's got style...er, i should go get him some sneakers and a backpack...or at least some flats.