My Real Life

February 20, 2010

I’m Guessing…

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…that right now, most of you are feeling really thankful that I have a full-time job, as you are realizing that if I were home all day, there would be no end to the amount of posts I’d have in this blog that you’d have to make your way through.

So, bear with me through my recovery.  When my pain meds kick in, I feel productive and almost human, but I’m not allowed to move around too much, so board games and blogging it is.

So, in the last few minutes since I last blogged, Monkey in the Middle came in to sniff and snuggle for awhile.

Earlier in the day, we took a nap together. 

It was bliss.

Anyway this evening, he came in, and as we snuggled, he kept trying to make up signals and signs for us to use if we wanted to say “I love you” to each other, but we didn’t want anyone else to know.

Eventually, he came up with this:

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that this is the international sign for “Loser.”

I tried to persuade him to let us hold our “L’s” over our hearts, to further symbolize the love, but he was all about the “L” on the forehead.

So, if you see Monkey in the Middle and I in public and we happen to be making this symbol, please know we aren’t insulting each other.

It’s true love.

January 24, 2010

Mama’s Boy

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Back in October, I made this post, about my girl.

While I still stand by my feelings in that post, I need to chat a little today about Monkey in the Middle.

The biggest Mama’s boy known to man.

Let me just say that I have done nothing to turn this kid into a Mama’s boy. 

I’m not overprotective by any stretch of the imagination.  I encourage my monkeys to take risks and to be independent.

However, this guy…

…has this intense, inate desire to be near me every second of the day.

It’s funny.

As symbiotic and in-tune as Monkey Girl and I are, we are also able to be independent of each other.

Baby Monkey, although he is my little, precious linebacker baby, and I’d love to hold him every second of the day, is the most indpendent of the kids.  He loves me, no doubt, but he’s perfectly happy off on his own, and can be alone for hours before even thinking,”Huh…I wonder if Mom and Dad are still around.”

Unless he’s at a birthday party. 

But that’s another post for another day.

It’s a different story with Monkey in the Middle.

It doesn’t matter how much fun he is having, Monkey in the Middle comes to find me, approximately every thirty minutes.

Once he finds me, he walks over, gives me a big hug, snuggles in, sniffs my arm (not sure what that’s about, but he’s always sniffed my arm), and goes back to his business.

Just making sure I’m there.

Just getting his hug.

Just letting me know he was thinking about me.

When I put him to bed at night, we snuggle up for a few minutes, chatting about our day, and before I leave, he’ll always whisper “Mommy…you’re my best friend.”

He makes my heart ache.

Today, he went to a rock climbing birthday party.

I went with him.

He was terrified, but decided to give it a try anyway. 

I stood with the parents and watched as he made his way closer to the rock wall. 

Every few steps, he’d look over and I’d give him a smile and a thumbs up.

Then, it was his turn.

He didn’t make it more than a few feet off the ground, but when he got down, he looked around, found me, and I just smiled and mouthed “Great job!”

That’s all he needed.

To know that I was there, and to know that I was proud of him, even if he wasn’t climbing to the top and ringing the bell.

He tried again, and got a little higher, but then decided to just try the low walls that didn’t require ropes.

Climb, climb, climb…check in with Mom for a snuggle.  Climb, climb, climb…check in with Mom for a snuggle.

I will continue to encourage his independence, and am incredibly hopeful that he doesn’t grow into the type of Mama’s boy that is still living with us at age 38 because no girl can measure up to his Mom.

Okay, maybe that wouldn’t be too bad.

But, tomorrow morning, around 4:00 am, when Monkey in the Middle creeps into our room and climbs into our bed for a snuggle and an arm sniff, I’m going to wrap him up tight and tell that Mama’s boy that his Mommy loves him.

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