Don't You Cry Tonight

Tuesday night we went to a concert.  My MIL watched the kids.

When I gave PJ a hug and kiss good bye and went to leave.

He burst into tears.  Screaming.  Jumping at me, reaching up, begging for me to pick him up.

I did.  I put him back down.

Continued.

It BROKE MY HEART.

He did it again on Wednesday morning when I dropped him off at the sitter.

I could hear him screaming Mama as I walked to the car.

I almost burst into tears.

Meanwhile, my pretty little girl beamed at me and smiled even bigger when I kissed her good bye.

PJ doesn't do this often.  And I know Maggie will eventually do it sometimes to.

But when he does, I want to not go wherever I'm going and stay home and hug him.  I want to play with him or do whatever it is he wants me to do right then.

As sad as it makes me, it also makes me happy in a weird way. 

Because I'm his mama.  He wants me.  No one else will do.  There's no way to describe the feeling that gives you.

Our babies grow up so fast.  PJ keeps saying more and more words.  Maggie is standing, trying to cruise.  PJ kisses my boo-boos like I kiss his, and sometimes points to ones that are old so I can kiss them again.  Maggie's figured out how to use the couch, the tv stand, the toys, anything to stand up.  She knows to reach for us.  She beams proudly when we enter the room, and gets sad if she's left alone for a second.

Someday, PJ won't care that I'm leaving.  He mostly doesn't care now, but always hugs and kisses me good bye.  One day, he won't want to do that.

And it will break my heart.

I love chicken enchiladas.

This is what I am making for dinner tonight.  They are so damn good.  And so easy, thanks to my handy-dandy crockpot.   I cannot wait to get home and eat them, and then I get to eat them AGAIN for lunch tomorrow!  Yay me!

My beautiful little girl decided to get up at 515 today.  Not sure why.  Probably had something to do with the damn dog, but then of course she was fast asleep again by the time we left the house.  She also woke up twice to eat, which is weird.  Still a growth spurt?  Perhaps.  Going to try to keep her up till 730 tonight.  :)

PJ is just amazing.  Everyday I look at him in amazement at how smart he is; at the things he's figured out.  For instance, he likes grabbing one of the XBox controllers when John is playing.  I took the batteries out of the back, but he wanted the case the batteries go in.  I gave it to him.  Within minutes, he'd figured out how to snap the back back on the controller.  He understand when we ask him to get something, and he always gets the right thing.  He puts our shoes away where they go, knows where the hot dogs, cheese, pretty much any thing he likes to eat is.  He's so adorable and smart.  He gives hugs and kisses, and blows kisses goodbye.  He says hi and bye to everyone he can and is such a good big brother.  And he is OFFICIALLY in 2T clothes. Have I mentioned that? :)

It looks like I might have scared off the rude poster. No comment on the call out.  Of course, I'm pretty sure I know who it is.  A little birdy told me.