And the boys have an absolute blast in the tub (until it's time to wash hair, and then Adrey goes completely down hill from there... Charlie couldn't care less... he's just happy to be there). In Charlie's eyes, Adrey can do NO wrong... even if it means a tidal wave of water going in his face, it's still hilarious to him.
And this is what I mean... (see video below)
On Saturday we went to the water park and on the way home, Adrey was tired and hungry and I swear on the way home he must have said, "I want Ducky, Paci (pacifier)... I want Ducky, Paci" 500 times. I'm. not. even. kidding. It was like fingernails on a chalk board. John was so irritated he couldn't even think straight and his face was the color of Elmo. I just sat in the front seat and played Solitaire on my phone counting down the mile markers on I-75 until we hit exit 105. I don't think one word was said (by me and John) the whole way home. When we got home I said to John, "Guess what? Paci's are a thing of the past after today. Done. Gone. Never to be had again." And guess what? They are. I threw every single last one of them away. We told Adrey that we had to give his pacifiers to all the babies who were less fortunate than us and didn't have their own paci's. I told him that big boys don't use paci's, that they're for babies. That Billy doesn't use a paci. KK doesn't use a paci. Allison doesn't use a paci. And I actually saw the light bulb go off in his brain. The 120 watt bulb in his cute little brain turned on and his ears were glowing. He got it. He totally got it. The transition has been a BREEZE. Not. Even. Kidding. In the morning he might mention his "paci" but I remind him that they're for babies and he moves right on to subject #2 (whatever that may be). I can't believe how well he's doing. Tonight we were watching T.V. and Adrey looked at me and said, "No paci Mama. Paci for babies. Billy no paci. KK no paci. Allison no paci. Boppa no paci. Gigi no paci. Nana no paci. Sarah no paci. Kerry no paci. Mama no paci. Daddy no paci." And then he looked at Charlie and said, "Cha-she no paci" but then he questioned himself because clearly Charlie IS a baby, but he doesn't use a paci. Adrey seriously put a figurative question mark at the end of "Cha-she no paci" hoping one of us could explain why he didn't have one! LOL!! And then the moment was over and we continued watching T.V. Unbelievable. And to think we've put it off for so long thinking it would be such a traumatizing event for us all! SUCH A BIG BOY!!
On Saturday night, the four of us were in our car driving home after a great evening spent with friends. Adrey was in the backseat playing with his iPhone, Charlie was asleep in his seat, and John and I were chatting. I turned around and told Adrey what a good boy he was at the "party" and how happy he made me and Daddy. I then turned around and John and I were talking about how busy I've been at work these days and how it's taken a real toll on me physically and emotionally. I'm drained and I miss my family when I'm working late and on weekends. So much it hurts. We were talking about life... our jobs, our income, expenses, chores to be done, the whole bit... things that adults talk about because they have to, because it's life. And in the middle of our conversation, Adrey chimes in from the backseat, "Mama, we're all happy." John and I looked at each other and we BOTH felt warm and fuzzy. Here we were talking about the trials of life, and to hear that come from a teeny tiny voice in the backseat put it all in perspective. THAT'S what's important. Everything else is secondary.
And tonight, the four of us decided to head to the park for a bit. On our way there they sky started to get grey, but nothing ominous. It didn't look bad at all. Then, the siren went off at the park indicating lightening is near. And I swear, in a matter of 60 seconds, the loudest, biggest, brightest BOLT of lightening struck the ground about 30 feet from where we were standing. HOLY SCARY. Adrey was screaming/crying and holding on to me for dear life. I was holding Adrey and John was pushing Charlie and pulling a wagon and we both just started running home. It was so completely scary. I've never in my life been that close to lightening. It was crazy. And then for an hour after we got home, Adrey retold the story over and over and over and over and over, "Yightening? Mama run. Yightening loud. Mama run fast. Yightening scary. I no yike yightening." He was so scared and it stuck with him for a little bit. I know he sensed the fear in John and me because we couldn't hide it! Yikers!! Moral of the story is... if you hear the lightening siren, they work. Take cover!
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I can't believe how easy giving up the paci was! what int he world? And the lightening story? I wanna curse, but I'll just say Holy Shamoly instead!!!!!
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