Michaelisms

Oh that little Michael. He's such a character, and so fun to be around.

He's a great little helper in the kitchen. When I'm cooking he lives to see what's going on. If he's not sitting on the "wall" (counter) we have a little routine where he pushes and I pull a chair from the table around to the counter. I love our kitchen chatting and mixing and feeding bits of the cooking to my little buddy. The other day while I was cooking dinner I said, to myself, "what the...?" "heck" was Michael's contribution without missing a beat.

Michael LOVES to do the dishes. Sometimes when I need to get something done, I'll fill the sink with water and measuring cups and he determinedly washes every bit of dish he can get his hands on. It's not the same in the bathtub or even the pool. I guess there's something about helping in the kitchen...

We got Michael a Little Tikes car for Christmas, and he would be happy with that and no other toy ever again. He loves it. He also loves to order chicken and "fre-fries" through the window much too often for my liking. I mean, what's wrong with ordering imaginary carrots every once in awhile? ;)

Michael still calls me "mama" and I can't get enough of how sweet it is. "SawMama" to apologize and "okay, Mama" when I talk to him and ever need a response. "Okay" is everything. "Michael, would you like some lunch?" "Okay!" "Should we go swimming?" "Okay!"

If I ask Michael about a scratch he'll say "Ashes" which is code for; "I fell down." Kills me. This, coincidentally is also his response whenever someone falls; "Mama, ashes!"

When I ask him what he wants to eat, it's always "beans and chocolate". More recently it's been TACOS! He's never, to my knowledge, had a taco. How does he know these things?!

He LOVES, with all the love he has, Hotel Transylvania 2. He quotes it. He watches it at least in part on a daily basis. Sometimes I try to tempt him with trains or cars or Minions, but we always come back to "Hotel".

The guy hates, with all the hate he has, Nursery. We're still at the sobbing-heaving-sobs-if-he's-left-alone stage. Does anyone know how to cure this? I struggle knowing what to do! Do I just leave him? I feel badly for the teachers. Navigating all those toddler feelings? Hard. And of course I hate to hear his little heart breaking all over the Nursery's ancient firetruck toy.

Crying because you don't want to go to bed, but you need to sleep because your brain is growing and I'm failing your future perfect IQ by letting you stay up too late? Fine. Crying because you're too young to realize that I'm not abandoning you forever, you will eventually see your family again and all these people are strangers but you need to learn how to be forsaken and deserted? Not fine.

See why I struggle?

Our nursery struggles aside, this boy is one of the very best parts of my life. I love his laugh and his adorable personality that is oh so silly. He is curious and thoughtful and kind and brave. Thank you, Michael for being my little boy. Happiness is being your mama. I love you more.