This week has been all about MommyMommyMommy!
As in, after getting home from work every night, every request from the short one in the house has been prefaced with "I need Mommy to...." fill in the blank.
I need Mommy to help me get undressed/help me go potty/rinse my hair/play dollies with me/read me books/fix my hot milk/pull the pants off this Barbie/help me pick out some clean panties/wipe my bottom/take off my wet diaper/play horsies with me/play grocery shopping with me/turn on Shrek for me/turn off Shrek for me/snuggle with me/stay home with me forever and ever please please please.
Yesterday we drove to Centralia to meet our friends Kim and Kendra, who live in Vancouver, and their little boys--some of Zoey's best friends. There is an awesome park right off the freeway in Centralia that is a perfect half-way point between Puyallup and Vancouver, so this is the second time we've met up there for an afternoon of park play and catching up with the girls.
Kim's youngest, Colby, is not quite a year old. As we were getting ready to leave our house, I was reminding Zoey (yet again) how important it is to be gentle with our friends, ESPECIALLY BABIES WHO ARE SMALLER THAN YOU, as Zoey has assumed lately that all children smaller than her are just like her dolls at home, meaning she can man-handle them and smother them to death and generally make their lives miserable. But I digress. So we were talking about baby Colby and Zoey informed me 'Baby Colby was so shad! He's cwying!'. I asked why Colby was sad, and she replied 'Because his Mommy had to go to work'. I told her that Colby's Mommy doesn't have to go to work outside the house (already planting the idea in her mind that Mommy Work INSIDE the house is, in fact, more work than most outside jobs) and she looked at me with those huge brown eyes and said "Oh yeah. Just my Mommy has to work. I was shad".
It's okay, Zoey. Just stick that knife in and twist it around a little, why don't you?
I believe this explains the MommyMommyMommy syndrome of late.
It also explains why I can't go anywhere in the house without being followed by a certain someone within 30 minutes--I have woken up early the past two mornings just to get up and blog a little, only to be followed shortly after by my biggest fan. It's like she sniffs me out.
So, needless to say, my whole weekend will be wrapped up in Zoey/Mommy-centered activities. And after she looked up at me this morning and said "I don't go to school today! I stay home with Mommy!" with what can only be described as total and utter joy, that is just fine with me.
Because someday she's not going to be so thrilled to hang out with me all day on a Saturday, am I right?
1 comment:
Oh, do I know how you feel. I get a bit of a guilt trip every day when I start to pack up and get our son ready to go to "Auntie's House" so I can work. "No Auntie's!! We stay home, Mommy. I wanna drive PAST Auntie's House." That knife is a bit to take some days!
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