Why I Love my Kids {J Edition}

When my youngest son was born, I was surprised that he was so different from his brothers.  When you have identical twins it just never dawns on you that any other you children you have won’t look and act exactly the same as the ones who came before.  His fringe of white-blond hair should have been the first tip that this kid was going to be a menace.

J embodies boydom.

He is big and loud and strong and messy and bossy as hell.

He likes tools.

Playing with toy tools.
Looking at tools in catalogs.
Perusing the aisles at Home Depot.
Watching videos of tools on the Kindle.

Digging through Yogi Dad’s toolbox is something that will keep him entertained (and mostly behaved) for hours on end.

Parenting J is in some ways like being a parent for the first time.  He hits the stages of toddlerhood with the precision of a Swiss watch- Terrible Two’s are in full force here.  Something we never ever experienced with L and W.  It’s very odd to know you have been parenting for 4+ years and yet feel like you are constantly doing things for the first time with your youngest kid.

I suppose all kids are different and all parents probably feel that way to some extent with each of their kids.  But this is so different.  You get comfortable dealing with a certain pace, a certain level of expectations.  And all of a sudden you have a kid who is blowing through the milestones and you find yourself running to catch up.

J always has been and (hopefully) always will be, a Mama’s Boy.  When I was pregnant with him I said I wanted a Mama’s Boy and I got my wish.  He would go to no one else and pretty much clung to me and nursed for the first 6 months of his life.

He cuddles!  He is my only kid who cuddles- and always at his own request.  Bedtime is a long ordeal most nights because he asks over and over “More cuddle Mommy?”

How can you say “No” to that?

You don’t.

He tells me what he is doing, but only if he is getting into trouble- usually prefaced with “It’s OK Mommy!  I’m just looking!”  If I hear those words I know I should probably survey the situation.

He says things like:

“I want a banana for your engine!” when he’s hungry for a banana.

And when I make a cup of coffee in the Keurig he shakes his head and says:

“This coffee is terrible!”

(And he is absolutely right because it is the worst coffee.)

I love my blond menace.  He is difficult, don’t get me wrong.  He does not have an off switch and he is always firing on all cylinders and many days I cannot keep up, let alone stay one step ahead.  But he’s the best compliment to our family in every way and I can’t wait to see his smiling face each morning and I cannot believe I get to be his mom.



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