Lofton has been gone the past few days to Charlotte on business. Reese and I were left alone to entertain each other. It’s gone pretty well except for two minor incidents.
The first was Sunday.
I was grading papers on the couch and little man was sitting in his chair, leisurely reading Southern Living {upside down}. I saw him sneak a few glances my way, checking to see if I was paying attention to him. When I ignored his attempts to get my attention, he inched himself over to the space heater.
{Side note: I know space heaters are dangerous. These are not hot to the touch AT ALL. However, in the interest of safety we do not allow Reese to touch them.}
Just as those chubby little fingers were about to make landfall, I called out to him.
“Do NOT make Mama get off this couch and spank your leg!”
Sassy pants looked at me, touched quickly, and then proceeded to slap his own leg. Mr. Dramatic pretended to hurt himself, furiously shook his head no, and then threw his body on the ground and fake cried.
It was all I could do not to wet my pants. It was really that funny.
The first was Sunday.
I was grading papers on the couch and little man was sitting in his chair, leisurely reading Southern Living {upside down}. I saw him sneak a few glances my way, checking to see if I was paying attention to him. When I ignored his attempts to get my attention, he inched himself over to the space heater.
{Side note: I know space heaters are dangerous. These are not hot to the touch AT ALL. However, in the interest of safety we do not allow Reese to touch them.}
Just as those chubby little fingers were about to make landfall, I called out to him.
“Do NOT make Mama get off this couch and spank your leg!”
Sassy pants looked at me, touched quickly, and then proceeded to slap his own leg. Mr. Dramatic pretended to hurt himself, furiously shook his head no, and then threw his body on the ground and fake cried.
It was all I could do not to wet my pants. It was really that funny.
Here he is-- punishing himself:
It’s been pretty smooth sailing since then. I dragged Reese’s crib into our bedroom so that he could protect me from the boogie men that invade the house when I’m alone. We both slept fabulously Sunday and Monday night.
This morning, though, someone woke up with a slight attitude problem. He didn’t want to get dressed, did NOT want to wear socks, and thought that backhanding me across the face for putting his socks on his feet AGAIN was a good idea.
Needless to say we were both huffy when I plopped him up on the counter to put on his kicks.
Everything happened so fast it’s hard to recall who did what, but I’m pretty sure that while I was tying Reese’s right shoe, he squirmed too far to the left. Like I said it happened quickly, but the next thing I knew, sweet boy is falling FACE FIRST toward the tile floor. I caught him by the back of his overall straps just in time.
Talk about being scared. He started crying {even though he wasn’t actually hurt}, I started crying, and we just sat on the kitchen floor and had a moment before we left for school.
And now, Daddy is home so all is right in the world.
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