Trent is a cuddle bug, there is no denying that. He always has been. I love it.
Every morning, I have to sit on the couch with him and cuddle while he watches Super Why. There are various times throughout the day when he just wants to cuddle whether it be for thirty seconds or ten minutes. I recently started making the kissing "muah" noise whenever I kiss him and he LOVES it! He is obsessed with making the noise himself whenever he gives me a kiss. Ever since I started making the "muah" noise, he is obsessed with giving us smooches and I have to admit that I love it! I will take as many hugs and kisses as I can get before he gets to that age where he starts to push me away. By the way, as I am typing this post, he just ran up to me and gave me a big kiss. I just love him! He gets his cuddle time in and then he is off and running and getting into trouble.
Speaking of trouble.
I was talking to my good friend Kristen this morning and I was doing so, I was packing away my old work clothes which are housed in the soon-to-be nursery. I left Trent in the family room as I was doing this, where he was quietly peeling stickers and transferring them to construction paper. As Kristen and I were talking, I realized that it was too quiet and that is never, ever a good sign. Quiet=trouble. So, I walk into the family room and see that Trent has found a tube of Neosporin, how he reached it in the bathroom, I haven't a clue. I immediately notice that his previously soft, clean hair is now a greasy, sticky mess. Apparently, he thought that the Neosporin was hair gel and he tried to do his own hair. Fantastic! I know this is what he was attempting to do because when I style his hair in his famous mohawk, he fights me for the hair gel and if he even touches the tube, he run his hand over his hair and tries to spike it. It is pretty cute even though it always messes his hair up and I have to fix it. He's just trying to help. Anyhow, now he is a greasy mess.
After I got off the phone, he decided that he had to go to the bathroom. He took his pants and diaper off and kept saying "poo poo." I pulled his frog potty out and was preparing to put Trent on it when he turned away from me and I burst out laughing! He had a sticker, shaped like an arrow, stuck directly on his left butt cheek and it just so happened to be pointed directly toward his bunghole. How it got there, I haven't a clue but it was perfect.
This story made me think about when my older brother, Raul, was a toddler and sitting in the shopping cart while my mom was shopping for produce. She felt like she kept getting odd locks as she walked through the grocery store and even a few snickers. Confused, she finished her shopping and when she got to the checkout line, the cashier told her that she had a sticker stuck to her boob. Shocked, she looked down and saw that she had a sticker that read "ripe and ready to eat" stuck to the very middle of her boob. Little Raul had put it on there and as you fellow moms out there know, your kid touching your boobs even as a toddler becomes second nature...it happens so often that you don't even feel it any more and apparently that is what happened to my poor mom. Point being, kids are funny. They get into trouble and they often times, embarrass the living crap out of you but when they come over and kiss you for no reason, your heart melts every single time!
On a side-note, Trent gave me eight random kisses during the time it took me to write this. Maybe he will be my cuddly little love bug today and stay out of trouble! Hah! A mom can wish for the impossible!
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