Tooprise (posted Aug. 2009)

It’s no secret that I have been a little crabby lately. The pressure of waiting to find out if I was pregnant was more than I could take. So last Friday night right after Brett and I had snuggled into bed, Wyatt climbed out of his. He was banging his head on the bedroom door and screaming “Daddy”. The obvious answer to this, I thought, was that whomever he was calling for should go to his aid (This would not, however, have been my feeling if it was my name he was calling I am fairly confident). Brett did not share my sentiment and tried to persuade me to go get him. Playing to my motherly side he urged “Come on Mommy, you know you want to go in and get your little boy.” I am not buying it “No, Mommy wants to lie on her arse in bed after a long day while Daddy does it. After all, it is your turn and I am going to be pissed if you make me get up.” He persisted “Awww when you go in there he is going to put his head on your shoulder and you can pat him to sleep.” I am still not buying it, “No way am I leaning over that crib and patting him to sleep, my back feels like elephants walked across it all day, plus I might be pregnant don’t I get a pass on this one?” “No way. Get up,” he said. “I hate you,” I yelled as I rolled out of bed.

Begrudgingly, I go into his room and I can barely open the door because he is camped out with his pillow, blanket, and cup right in front of the door. I sweep him up and walk him over to his bed. He lays his head on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “Mommy, I have a ‘tooprise por you’.” We are really into surprises at our house, and usually when Wyatt says he has a surprise for us he doesn’t follow it up and tell us what the surprise is. It just must have a nice ring in his ears. I whisper back, “Oh I hope it is a big kiss for me on my lips.” He lifts his sleepy head up and plants two large wet kisses on me. I must have been making some sort of noise like “mmmmm or aaaaaaaa” because, he then whispers, “You yike it Momma?” “Yes Wyatt, I love it,” I whisper back. “You yub it?” he repeats. I put him down in his bed and he doesn’t protest. I tell him good night and that I love him. As I am walking to the door he says in a sleepy voice, “Yub you, maddow.” Translates to ‘I love you see you tomorrow’. This just proves that sometimes the really good parts of being a parent come when you have to sacrifice your sleep and energy. I’d like to say that this will make me want to put him back to bed every night when he crawls out of bed, but I am a bean counter and I am keeping track, Brett.