two peas

Sometimes I am genuinely scared to have another child. Baby G has been such a breeze thus far--I have been spoiled, and I know that my odds of getting another go-with-the-flow, make-my-life-so-easy kind of kid are slim. Perhaps one of the reasons that we get along so well is that he is so much like me. His personality mirrors mine (and his daddy's really-- we are all very much alike), and I think that makes it easy on me because chances are if I want to do something, Baby G probably would enjoy it, too (except for blogging. Baby G does NOT like me to spend time on the computer). Anyway, we really are two peas in a pod. 

 

He has my eyes, and even though he is starting to look more and more like his daddy, I love that I can see some of me in him.

He loves watching basketball (or any sport with balls). I love that we can continue to do things we like and Baby G can just come along (though we did need to have snacks in tow. And lest you think I am a perfect mother you should know that by the 4th quarter the strawberries and chocolate milk had deteriorated into Red Vines and gummy worms).

He entertains himself so I can get things done around the house or get ready for the day. I often find him in his room on the rocking chair reading a book. (Don't get the wrong idea completely, though. I also often find him in the living room throwing balls at my decorations, but hey, at least I can get ready, right?)

He eats whatever I eat. He loves the mahi-mahi with brown rice from Rumbi, an I LOVE that I don't have to order something yucky just so Baby G can share it with me.

He also eats veggie pizza like a pro. 

But he sometimes picks off the spinach.

One more little thing: he sends himself to his room if he does something naughty. I have reserved time-outs for situations where I have already given him a warning not to do something and he still does it (that is how I was able to keep my Christmas tree ornaments on the tree this past year). Time-out consists of me taking him to his room, sitting him on the floor, shutting the door and leaving for about 15 seconds. Any longer than that and he will forget why he is there and it will lose any effectiveness. When I go back in his room I talk to him about what happened and he says sorry and gives me a hug and we go on our merry way. This has been VERY effective and I have actually only had to do it 3 or 4 times. Anyway, the other day we were playing in my bedroom and he found a glass cup that had about an inch of water left in it from the night before. He picked it up and started drinking it and then casually threw the glass to the floor, spilling the remaining water on the carpet. I quickly went over to him and told him that it wasn't okay to throw cups when he was done with them. He said, "Okay, Mama," and that was going to be the end of it (because it's not like he has disobeyed or anything, I hadn't told him not to throw the cup). Instead he looked at me with earnest eyes and said, "Room?" I said, "You don't need to go in your room, just don't throw the cup again." But he insisted, "Room." So I said, "If you think you need to go to your room you can, but it's okay if you stay here with me if you want." He quickly turned and ran to his room and shut the door. I was giggling to myself and had to go in and see if he really was in self-imposed time-out or if he just went in to play. Sure enough, he was sitting in the middle of the room with his little arms folded just waiting for me to come tell him it was okay. I love this little boy and I hope that his conscience stays this active his whole life.