A year ago when Weston had his first Urologist appointment, I remember sitting in the waiting room trying to give him a bottle to keep him quiet. He absolutely refused, and if you have seen my Weston you know he has missed very few meals. We were called into the exam room where Doctor E began questioning me about Weston’s medical history.  I was sitting in a chair holding Weston in such a way that he was facing Doc E. The good Doctor was sitting directly in front of us on one of those rolling stools. And then it happened. Like an erupting volcano, Weston puked everywhere. It was all over me, the floor, and the good Doctor’s shoes.  He rolled backwards toward the door saying only, “Nurse, can we do something about the smell.”  I dove into action trying to clean up whatever I could only to be stopped by Dr. E who said he would call with his other questions. Needless to say, I drove home in PUKE pants and Weston was lightly drenched. This week as we make our way to see Dr. E for Weston’s annual appointment I am happy to say the puke is already behind us – the silver lining in a week of toilet bowl hugging  and sheet washing. There is usually a silver lining if you look hard enough!

I usually find that it is better not to tell Wyatt (3.5) what is happening until right before the event is to take place. Today, that thinking was a mistake. I decided Wyatt, turning 4 in June, needed a BIG BOY bed.  My buyer from Craigslist arrived to take away the converted crib toddler bed and I decided to go ahead and spill the beans. (as they are pulling in the driveway :0) Can I just say, very poor planning on my part. But really, do you ever know if the craigslist people will even show?

Wyatt yelling from the top of the stairs: “Hey! Where are you going? That’s MY Bed!” Tears were pooling in his eyes watching his bed being moved out the front door.

Me: Wyatt, it’s ok, Daddy is bringing home a big boy bed.

Wyatt: I’m not a bigger boy.  I’m a little one.

I think he is over it, maybe not too traumatized.  He is in his room bouncing on an air mattress. So here is to my bigger boy and the brick I want to place on his head to keep him right where he is.

On any given evening, if you live in the Spotsy Courthouse area, you might spot my silver mini van circling the new shopping development near our home. It ‘s random, but it’s true.  We are not casing the place :0).  There is a spa located in the building with “flashing lights” and my three-year-old is captivated. If we are on our way anywhere, and it’s dark or dusk or sunrise for that matter we MUST drive past the flashing lights.

Before Jeremy and I were blessed with children we didn’t do crazy things like drive in circles in parking lots to see strobe lights. We do this now b/c we love Wyatt and he loves the flashing lights. Instead, Jeremy and I came up with this thing we say to express affection …maybe we read about it somewhere or saw it in a movie. We often state how much we love each other as a comparison to how much we love something else. I’ll say…”I love you more than Cheesecake.” This is a big deal. I LOVE cheesecake. Or “I love you more than Summer.” Again, HUGE deal.  Well, all of this to say we started the same thing with Wyatt. Wyatt, I love you more than sunshine!  Wyatt, I love you more than ice cream. He laughs but I wasn’t sure he was getting it. He would tell me, “Mommy, I love you  more than ears.” Ok, so its a stretch…hearing is important. The other day we were playing this game…I love you more than, and he says, “Mommy, I love you more than the flashing lights.” He got it! Broke my heart!

I am very excited that I found a book that plays this game! It is titled, “I love you more than Rainbows.” I was so excited to find it and it reads just as if I had written it! I ordered it on Amazon yesterday. Just thought I would share!