Stuck to you

 


I know I always talk about what a big boy Baby T has become. I think about how he isn’t that little baby of mine anymore a lot. And this weekend I actually bought a pair of shorts in the “big kid” section of Wal-Mart. Not the baby section that we all browse through even when we no longer have an infant. But it’s like a routine you grab what you need, then wander around aimlessly oohing and awing over teeny outfits. When I got home I wanted to cry thinking about how unless I had another baby I wasn’t going to be shopping in that section anymore unless it was for someone’s baby shower.

Baby T and I are the catchers of every cold that goes around. We might as well have cold attracting Velcro attached to us because if you’ve got one and we talk to you we’ll get it. It’s inevitable. Of course then Baby T cannot attend school and has to be home with mommy. His biggest wish ever. I’ve had family member’s joke about how they have never seen an ill kid so content to be home.

The routine of ours played itself out. Baby T got sick, Mommy got sicker and we made a trip to the hospital. Because you know a fever, earache or hacking cough must wait until business hours are over or it’s the weekend. Therefore the pediatrician’s office is closed and we get to visit the emergency when it isn’t so much an emergency. Baby T was great considering it was five thirty in the morning. I’m still surprised I could read the time.

So there we were, two peas in a pod, as Baby T would like to think. I’m sure the only reason Baby T likes being sick is the school skipping. If I ever meet another kid with so many excuses why they can’t go, I’m going to pat that kid’s mom on the back and say “good job.”

Excuses that I have heard are “It’s too cold”, “school’s closed”, “my teacher said…”, “Daddy said…”, “There’s no kids there,” “I want to stay with you.” “I’m sick.” “My arm is broken.” “I didn’t sleep good.” “It’s Christmas,” “Let’s go to the mall,” “Grandpa said,..” “Tota Girl said no school today,” and “I can’t walk.”

Those are just his favorites.

My two personal favorites are the day he pretended to have a sore belly and then went and laid in his room. I heard his TV turn on and when I went in there he was playing playstation. He stated very sternly that Daddy said to play and he needed to stay in his room. The other one I had to turn around and laugh at was the day he wouldn’t get dressed. I’d get him to with a wrestling match only to put my shoes on and look up at a naked butt running to hide. I gave him a timeout and was on the other side of the door when I heard him talking to himself. He said, “Timeout…me in my room. Me in room…no school.” I caught that one quick. I’m positive he had a plan to keep getting timeouts so he could miss school.

When a week goes by and Baby T has been with me he gets increasingly whinier. And so by the time he’s better and has to go school he has a hard time. He gets ready and we’re almost out the door when he tells me with a pleading voice, “But mommy I’m still sick” And when I make him go he cries and hangs on to me. And it’s then that I see he is a big boy but my baby is still in there somewhere. Under all the big words and sneakiness. And it’s when he tells me, “I stuck to you” that’s when I know he is still my baby no matter how big he has become. And I say, “You know I’m stuck to you too.”

 

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