One of my favorite ways to start the day is with snuggles. I'm lucky to have two kids who love to snuggle. Aubrey had gotten older and has other priorities, but Braden still LOVES to snuggle, and I gobble up every bit of it while I can. If we don't get to have snuggle time in the morning, he makes sure we have it as soon as we get back home.
Now that we have early church (okay so it's 9am, but to us that is early!), there is not always time to snuggle before church. A month ago, we went straight to my mom's house after church. On the way, Braden sounding quite distraught said, "MOM! We forgot to snuggle!" Just as the tears were welling up in his eyes, I promised we could struggle as soon as we got to Grandma's house. Luckily my mom gets it ... we walked in, said "hi" and went upstairs to have a good fifteen minutes of snuggle time.
Bedtime snuggles are also quite yummy. It's where we get to talk about the day and plan the next day. Braden will even initiate our convo saying, "So mom, how was your day? Tell me about it!"
Yesterday Aubrey had a tough day at school and was in tears as we worked through things. She was about to head to the kitchen to start homework with hunched shoulders. I asked her if she needed a hug and she ran over and we got in some good huggle time (cross between hugs and snuggles!) She may be growing up, but it makes me so happy to know she still needs her momma sometimes!
No, really ... it was!!! I swear Braden is going to grow up to be one of those adults who can only poop in his toilet at home. Like he'll probably drive home from work every afternoon to do his duty, or figure out some really great work from home job so he is close to the john.
Today we went to the park with my sis (yes, it was 61 degrees, hallelujah!) and he had to go number 2 (okay, I should just say poop, why am I trying to be all proper now?!?) No prob, there's a restroom right by the playground. As we are getting closer he starts telling me he doesn't really have to go anymore. Nice trying, even his eyes were turning brown at that point. Braden hates the park bathroom because they are silver and because the sound echoes making the flush reeeeeally loud. After promising to not flush until he was outside and promising that the toilet was nice even though it looked weird, I was able to get him inside. Ten minutes later (anxiety does not help speed things along) with me praying the whole time that no one else would come in and flush, he did his business. Thought we were good.
Got home and his tummy wasn't feeling well, so he climbed into my bed for a snuggle. I thought maybe he was tired out. About twenty minutes later I hear him whisper, "i did a poooh." I ask him to clarify and he tells me, "it's a big one." Oh greeeeat. I thought we were done with the accidents, but apparently not. It was bad. It was really bad. There was a lot of it. It made me cry. Literally. I think I thought if I sat there long enough someone would come in and clean it up for me. I even said (without thinking of course) "I don't want to clean this up." Braden says with a totally serious, concerned face, "Hmmmm, what are we going to do about that?" I put my mommy hat back on and took care of it. Let's just say, he won't be wearing those underwear again.