Out of hugs

A couple of days ago Treyton decided to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. He was testing me with a whining I'm-ready-to-pick-a-fight attitude. Then he pulled HIS blanket (one of 3) out from under Galina making her faceplant into the floor. That's all I needed. I sent him to time out which he hates. After a while and the tears subsiding (both kids), Galina back to her mischief, and me under control, I went to do our after time out chat. "Treyton, what did you do wrong?" "I don't know." "Treyton," my voice having the mommy-warning tone. "I pulled my blankie away from Galina." "Yes and that was wrong because you hurt Galina. We don't grab things and hurt people. When someone is playing with something we wait until they are all done before we take it from them. " "But I wanted it." "I know but that's not what you do when you want something someone else has. We wait until they're all done playing with it or ask for help. So next time what will you do if Galina has something you want. "I don't know." "Treyton," my voice low and threatening. I'm thinking, "Duh, I just told you." "I don't know, Mommy." I sighed and rolled my eyes while he was picking his toes. "You wait until they are done or ask Mommy for help. So what will you do next time? "Wait until they are done or ask Mommy for help." "That's right!!! Now you need to tell Mommy you are sorry for being naughty and then tell Galina you are sorry for hurting her." More toe picking, rolling around, and finally "Sorry." "Okay, come give Mommy a hug." "But I can't." "Well you need to." "But I can't, Mommy." "Why can't you?" "Because I'm all out of hugs." "You're all out of hugs? You can't be." "But I am! I don't have any more hugs." Oh, dear Lord, it's going to be a long day. Time passes. We went to the park in my hopes to change the tide of the morning. We heard a bunch of sirens. "Mommy, someone is hurt." "Yes, Treyton, that could be. Maybe we should pray for them. Dear Lord Jesus..." "Dear Lord Jesus," Treyton repeats. "...please help that person to not be hurt." "But Mommy I want them hurt." "You don't want them hurt." I thought I misheard him. "No, I want them hurt." "You want them hurt? Why would you want them hurt? God wouldn't want them to hurt." "But I want them hurt." "Oh Treyton, that's not very nice." "Well that's just the way I am Mommy." Is there any sense trying to save the day?

The Cuddler

The tooth isn't through yet.

She's been working on it for weeks now, but Galina's 2nd big front tooth has failed to make its debut. Right now she is lopsided. She has her left big front tooth and the one following it. If I were a dentist I could tell you the name of it. Or if I wasn't so lazy, I could go look it up. Anyways, the smaller one on the left side is in as well. But that big front right tooth isn't.

This is her this morning. Gorgeous hair I might add.

Normally this would cause most moms to shiver with despair. The crying, the pooping, the lack of sleeping, the constantly snotty nose, the pain (both the kid and mom!) that goes with teething is not fun to say the least. But this time around I'm not complaining. My sweet darling girl has become a cuddle queen. She snuggles so intensely and so often when she is teething that I can hardly get anything done. Up until yesterday this has bothered me. But I've decided to change my attitude. Last night when I was putting her to bed she just melted into my chest, head resting softly on my shoulder. These are the moments. These are the days. I will cherish that memory forever. My baby in the arms of her comforter. I won't always be her comforter, but for now I will embrace every chance I get. Despite the mess. Despite the unmade dinner. Despite my agenda. Just for today may we all remember to embrace the sweet moments of life that come and go so very quickly.