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We were headed out tonight to go to Wal-Mart for a few items we needed. As we drove past a busy intersection, I heard Little Man from his car seat scream "MAMA... Stop the car!! I need to ride tennis wheel!!!"
I looked around and saw what he was talking about. A street carnival was set up in the abandoned parking lot. He saw a Ferris wheel.
Back-story: when we were in Florida in June, he saw one he wanted to ride. A nasty storm came thru so we didn’t get to ride it then. I told him that when he saw another one, to tell Mama to stop the car and we would go ride it. He has been reminding me a lot that he wanted to ride a "tennis" wheel.
We stopped the car and got out. I noticed I didn’t have shoes for the kiddos in the car, but figured it would be no biggie. Little Man was going to ride in the cart at the store, so I didn’t bring them. We went and bought our tickets, then got in line for the Ferris wheel. When it was our turn, we were told that to ride, Little Man had to have shoes on.
Well... Crap.
But wait! There was a thrift store in the same parking lot, so we quickly dashed in and bought some shoes for Little Man
and Little Miracle (just in case)
Once they had their shoes on, we went back to the Ferris wheel.
Little Man LOVED it!! He was looking around and pointing out the full moon, all the rides, and even the McDonalds.
Little Miracle enjoyed it too. He was looking at all the lights!
After we got off the Ferris wheel, we went to the giant slide. Mama got to ride this with Little Man. He took the middle, and I took the side. I held onto his hand because I knew we would go down at different rates, and we did! At the end, he was in my lane, but he was just laughing as loud as he could!
We then headed to the bumper cars. Daddy got to take Little Man on these. I don’t know who had more fun, Daddy or Little Man.
Mommy fail though. I was yelling at Little Man to put his hands in the air and right as he did, Daddy hit a car in front of him and Little Man smashed his nose into the bar! He was fine, but held his nose the rest of the ride!
The last ride we did was the Tilt-A-Whirl. Little Man and Mommy did this one. I was yelling "wheeeee" the whole time and at one point, I heard Little Man yelling it too.
It was a great ending to a stressful day. Little Man finally got to ride his "tennis wheel"
Tune in tomorrow for Thankful Thursday. We made the card today but could not thank this person untill tomorrow.
Thankful Thursday is BACK! Come join me and say “thanks!” to people in your life!
Today we decided (ok, Little Man BEGGED and begged) to go to Monkey Joes. If you have no idea what that is, think lots of inflatable bounce houses indoors. It is really fun, and Little Man loves it. He asks at least once a week to go to “Jumping Joes”
We colored our card today and even put stickers on it. When we got to Monkey Joes, one of our favorite employees was working the front counter, so we gave her the card. She LOVED it. She read it and then gave Little Man a hug. I think we made her day!
Are you teaching your kids to say thank you?
I am one of those Mamas.
Ya know?
The ones that nurse their babies past 6 months. Past 12 months.
The ones that would struggle but be so determined (read, stubborn) to make nursing work.
The ones that rear-faces past 20 lbs and 12 months.
The ones that wear their baby. Or their toddler. Or both.
The ones that question the mainstream way most of the time.
The ones that share their bed with their babies.
The ones that can not stand to hear their babies cry.
The ones that thinks crying-it-out sleep training is cruel.
The ones that uses cloth diapers even when everyone thought they were crazy for doing so.
The ones that let their kid play in the dirt, get all muddy and play in the rain.
The ones that makes all their babies food from fresh veggies and fruits and does not start feeding them solids till past 6 months.
The ones that when the child falls down, tells the child to “get back up, brush it off, and go play!”
The ones that plan to home school, but have not even started to look into what they are going to do.
The ones that are in no rush to start schooling.
The ones that will go upstairs 15 times to re-tuck the toddler back into bed.
The ones that give their toddler chocolate milk before bed.
The ones that will do anything to be able to stay home with their babies.
The ones that let their toddler eat brownies for breakfast. Just not every day.
The ones that does not get dressed unless they are leaving the house. And even then, they don't getting all fancy.
The ones that love to tell their birth stories. Little Mans birth made me a mother, but Little Miracles defined me as a woman.
The ones that forgets to blog for a long time then has so much on their mind they can’t get it all out!
The ones that could, if given the time, sit on the couch all day long and not move.
The ones that can not go a day without putting their hair in a ponytail.
The ones that go back and read old blog posts and notice all the grammatical errors, but don’t bother to fix them.
What kind of Mama are you?
My Little Miracle is 9 months old!! Just over 9 months ago I was shocked and surprised to have an unassisted homebirth.
I tell people that if he had been my first child, he would have been my last. He is very difficult, needy, fussy. But I love him just the same.
He loves to be held, loves to nurse, still loves to be swaddled.
He gets his feelings hurt easily. Loud noises make him cry.
He loves it when Daddy sings to him.
He loves to play with his older brothers toys. (To which, I always hear Little Man saying “no, MINE!”)
He puts everything in his mouth. He hates squash and avocados.
He would prefer breast milk over solids.
He flirts with the best of ‘em. The ladies love him.
He is very serious, and likes to study people and things.
He rarely laughs, but when he does, it is infectious.
He is my Little Miracle.
My heart is overflowing tonight. Every few months or so I look at my Little Man and I think “This age is my FAVORITE!” I am doing it again.
He will be 3 a month from tomorrow. I don’t believe it. No, I don’t want to believe it.
Just last week he was that 7 lb tiny baby placed into my arms after a hell of a lot of work pushing him out. Now he is an independent, loving, funny, outgoing, shall I say, little man.
The things this kid says make my heart melt. He always says “I do it myself” with the emphasis on “myself”. He makes himself proud. He makes his mama even prouder. (Is that even a word?) He always says “peas” and “tank you” and even says “yes ma’am” and “no ma’am”, even to Daddy. Hey, he is learning.
About a month ago, I was awoken by Little Miracle. He sleeps in our bed. (I love it. Don’t knock it till you try it. And always practice SAFE co-sleeping) I was snuggling with him and nursing him back to sleep when I thought I heard noises coming from Little Mans room. Once Little Miracle was back asleep, I went to Little Mans room. I laid down at his door to peek under and see if he was playing or sleeping. As soon as I got my head on the floor, I hear from the other side of the door “Hi Mama!!” in a “hey, Mamas here and I get to play” tone of voice. Mind you, this was 3 am. I got off the floor, and opened his door. It took a few books, and a talking to him that we don’t get up until the sun gets up, to get him back in bed.
Last week I went to get him out of his bed to get ready to go to church. I had already gotten dressed and I chose to wear a blue dress I bought at Old Navy that has flowers on the bottom. I snuck into his room, and sat on the side of his bed. I rubbed his back, which woke him up. He sat up with a smile, and said “Mommy wearing flowers. Mommy a princess.”
He loves to ride his bike outside. Just tonight he learned how to actually pedal the thing. Been telling him to use the pedals for months now, but he didn’t want to. He does everything on his own time, just like he has from the day he was born.
He is almost 3, but he will always be my Little Man.
