I woke up this morning in my own bed. I awoke of my own accord. I felt calm and happy. Glad to be back home from vacation. Savoring my early morning moments before the little guys get up.
Can you picture it? It was blissful. *Sigh.*
After about five minutes to myself, J opens the bedroom door. He greets me with a smile and a, "Good morning, mama!" J climbs into bed with me for a snuggle.
Pretty great stuff, no?
After a minute or two, out of the blue, J turns to me and says, "Welcome to my world! Punch world!", then punches me in the face.
Holy guacamole! Did that baby just punch me in the face?! Why, yes. Yes, he did. (Now, it was not a hard punch but STILL. It was IN THE FACE.)
While stifling a laugh, I grab his little fist and say, "J, we don't punch people. That hurts people. Do you understand?" J sweetly says, "Yes, I understand. Sorry, mama."
Now, I can hear sweet baby L chirping in his room so I go get him out of bed and we all troop downstairs.
I make the boys their chocolate milks, then get to work making myself a cup of coffee. While I am waiting on the coffee, J walks over to me and says, "Whoa, mama! Your hair is crazy!" (Now, the kid is talking about my hair?!)
Because I am not caffeinated yet, I ask for clarification, "What did you say?"
J repeats, "Whoa, mama! Your hair is crazy!"
So I have been punched in the face, then told my hair is crazy. All before I have even had my coffee. Awesome.
After breakfast, we have a couple of errands to run. We get dressed and head out to the car. Once everyone is strapped in, we are off like a herd of turtles!
Pulling out of the driveway, while playing with his truck in the backseat, I hear J say, "Larry, the Driver, where are we going today?"
I say, "Are you pretending your truck is named Larry?"
J answers, "No, mama. I am pretending you are Larry, the Driver."
Crap fire and save the matches! My kid thinks I'm manish! What's that deal?!
Okay, let me get this straight. I got punched in the face, told I look bad AND now I am a guy named Larry. And all of this took place before 11am.
It's a good thing I'm not thin skinned.