I just love my sweet boy and yes, I'm talking about Trent!
After the recent post detailing the monster that Trent was acting like the other day (unfortunately, he is on a roll and his behavior has not improved), I thought I should share some stories about how sweet he can be too!
Most Saturdays, Mark packs Trent in his truck and they run "man errands." Usually, this entails trips to Home Depot. Lowes, or the dump. Yes, the dump. We live very excited lives. On one such trip to the dump, Mark stopped by Starbucks, got a cup of coffee for himself and ordered a kid's hot chocolate for Trent. Trent was in heaven! He walked in the door, proudly showed me his cup and said, "Mmmm, Mommy, I love hot chocolate."
It seems he has a photographic memory because every single time Trent now sees the Starbucks sign, he demands hot chocolate which he usually drips all down his chest as he practically moans in pleasure each time he takes a sip. Recently, I was driving down the street when we were approaching the glorious franchise that is Starbucks. Trent, with the eyes of a fox, began to plead for a hot chocolate. Deciding that I could use some coffee myself, I pulled in to the drive through and ordered our beverages.
Trent was shrieking with anticipation. I turned around in my seat and handed him his teeny tiny cup and he started crying. Full-on, alligator tears were pouring down his rosy cheeks and my heart began to break. He held his cup to his chest so tightly that I was afraid he was going to pop the lid off and I would be cleaning up hot chocolate for a week. I asked him what was wrong and he said, "Oh, Mommy, thank you, thank you. I love my hot chocolate. I love you Mommy." With that, I started to cry. Silly, I know. He was just so excited over his hot chocolate and the tone of his voice and the look on his face, told me how much he loved me. Sure, he was pleased that I got him what he wanted but his reaction was priceless. It reminded me that kids get so much pleasure out of the tiniest things in life.
Here's another sweet story...Every night when Trent goes to bed he says, "Mommy, I want to cuddle with you." When he tells Mark he wants to cuddle with him, he usually gets another 20 minutes of play time with Daddy but when he tells me, I lie him in his bed and he pulls my hand until I am laying next to him. He then pulls his little hands around my neck and pulls my big noggin down until it rests on his boney little chest and then he sweetly caresses the side of my face and my hair and it melts my heart every single night. Every time I try to get up, he says, "No, Mommy, come here. I want to cuddle you." So, I relent until he has had enough cuddle time because there will be a time when he won't want to cuddle me at all!
Despite the monster that he can be (these terrible two's are no joke), he is a sweet kid who has so much love to give and I'll take it, as long as he will give it.
On another, and not so sweet note, he has pooped in his potty every single day since Sunday and multiple times a day at that. No accidents at all! Whenever I go to check on him, he promptly puts his hands up and tells me to go away and close the door. The man likes to poop in peace, what can I say?!
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