I'm the proud parent of...

So I finally took the boys out shopping this morning {usually I go out once a day even if it's just to roam the store, but this has been a not-so-productive week} and it was so great to be out. We got to go to two stores and let me just tell you: my boys are superstars. I mean they were just so good. I think they just wanted to get out of the house. I mean, Cj loves our field trips to 'the store'. He's always grabbing my pantleg at home and dragging me to the door. The boy just likes to be outside. I can't blame him. Both his parents do too. So even when Tj started getting a little fussy at the end of the two hours, Cj kept leaning towards him to let him know we were almost done. It was great!

The best part was when we got home and I left one of my shopping bags at the foot of the stairs. Cj was on his way upstairs to go take his nap {which he loathes doing, but for some reason he was in an agreeable mood today} and he saw my dark chocolate peanut butter cups. Okay first of all these are a serious addiction of mine. I canNOT get enough of them. That and kashi dark chocolate oatmeal cookies {Jus thinks those taste like cardboard. Ha! Jokes on him...more for me!!}.

Now, it's hard enough for me to share chocolate-peanut butter delights in general, BUT when my little boy looks up at me with those puppy dog eyes and pleads with that little itty-bitty voice "momma can I have one, please? can i have one? please mo-om?" It's a hard thing. But, I have been found to share with him from time to time. THIS, however, was certainly not going to be one of those times. And, no, not because I wanted them all for myself {honestly though, can I just say that sharing makes it taste so much better? ...Ohgoodness, i'm such a mom} but because he would never fall asleep for his nap! Soo I looked him right in the eyes and said no. I did promise to give him one after he took his nap though.

Now usually this would result in some kind of struggle for who knows how long. But for some lord-unknown-reason, he looked right back at me for a serious 8 seconds, put it back in the bag and then continued to walk up the stairs.

It. Was. Awesome.

After the shock, I gloated. I know. I'm crazie. But for the moment I was able to feel like I should get one of those nice, white bumper stickers that says "I am the proud parent of a chocolate-peanut-butter-loving and from-time-to-time-obedient son."

Well, at least until he wakes up.

Groceries, Two Boys, and a mom

So yesterday was the first day I had Colin home with Travis. (We are starting our part time schedule until I go back to work, which will hopefully only be for a month, [but more on that later] so that we can save a little $$, but at the same time we are trying not to have him get too used to being home, which will certainly cause an uproar when he has to go back full time).

Anyway, we were in desperate need of groceries because, per usual, our weekend slipped away from us. I mean we went on a costco trip and but just couldn't slip in that smaller grocery trip because the little one started crying and we were creeping into Cj's nap time (which unfortunately is an essential part of his day). Then the rest of the two days were spent on cleaning and taking down the tree and church and football. I also had some scheduled time to get out of the house with the girls, so thus wrapped up our fun-filled weekend. So yesterday, as I thought about pushing it just one additional day to when it would just be me and Tj, I was discouraged as the bare cupboards stared back at me. I got everyone ready and we slipped out with a goal of an hour trip.

And it worked! I got everything I needed on my list (thank God for lists!) and got out of there within 60 minutes. My worries were mostly of the unknown, since this was our first grocery trip together, but it was probably visions of Colin re-enacting "i'm king of the world" while I wheeled the cart down the aisles that haunted me. Rather, he was great! He even let me pile all my groceries around him and waited patiently while I decided between products in each aisle. It may have been the novel experience of sitting IN the cart that led to such sweet cooperation, but no matter, "I'll take it".

The rest of the day was a blur. The evenings are probably always going to be the hardest with both of them needing me; TJ and his "witching hour"; Colin winding down & wanting some mommy time while just being plain tired of his little brother taking up my time, and then with me craving some much needed sit-down time as well.

:: watching tv ::

So last night I passed out while Jus did the overnight feed (which was around 1:30am) - and the little guy slept until he wanted to eat at about 6:30am! It was great. I am hoping this is a new trend for him.