The crazy antics, short stories & photo shoots of a married 22-year-old mom of a 6.5 year old boy, a 3 year old girl, a Chihuahua-Poodle and cat/small tiger. She drinks far too much caffeine, is willing to spend excessive amounts of money on purses, lives in her pajamas 92% of the time and occasionally finds time to blog.
The weekends are Mommy-Son time.
Charlie is at my Mother-In-Law’s for the weekend. I like when she goes there because, not only do I get a break from repeating,
“Pretty hair? Yes. You have pretty hair, Charlie. Your doll has pretty hair? Yes, she does. Oh, you think YOUR hair is pretty? Yes, you have pretty hair, Char. Aww, so does your doll! Yes, hunny, she has pretty hair! Oh, so do you!”
But that means that I also get to spend some quality alone time with Conner. Charlie is a full-time job. I’m lucky enough to have a son who is so self sufficient and not even close to being jealous that I can focus so much time on Charlie. I mean, I don’t neglect Conner in any sense. But he’s going to be SIX in 5/12 months. (What the fuck is that? Seriously?) He’s able to go color or read or play by himself. Charlie, on the other hand, has the attention span of a rock and can’t play by herself for more than 35 seconds before demanding my attention again.
So, I really enjoy the weekends when it’s just Mommy-Son time.
Yesterday we baked peanut butter cookies.
He got mad that I was stirring so much.
Then he got really excited about stirring. & Daddy joined us.
The only way to make cookies is via countertop. (You can quote me on that.)
And, of course, you can’t make cookies without eating the dough.
ENJOY.
We did.
