Me: Chase- go to BED!
Chase: (With a huge smile on his face) I can't go to bed. I'm being terrible! I'm being terrible mommy!
I'm 100% sure I've never called him terrible before, so I'm really not sure where this came from!
While Chase was struggling to eat breakfast I was trying to make a game out of it and pretend his spoon was an excavator to encourage him to eat:
Chase: No, my excavator is broken.
Me: Here let me fill it up with gas!
Chase: No Mom! Excavators don't run on gas! They run on diesel!
Me: Daddy's home! Let's go give our hero a hug!
Chase: He's not a hero! He's just a boy. He's a boy Mom!
We were downstairs at my parents house playing when I realized Hudson needed a new diaper...
Me: Chase- will you go upstairs and get the diaper bag for me?
Chase runs upstairs and after awhile I call up: Chase! Did you get the diaper bag?
Chase: No Mom, I didn't get the whole bag.
(and I start feeling frustrated that he didn't follow instructions when I see him walking down the stairs with just one diaper and the wipes)
Me: Chase! Way to go! Thank you so much for getting me exactly what I needed!
Chase: May I please have a high five?
And then we high-fived.
Disclaimer before I tell this next one- when Chase is struggling at dinner time we go get a belt to tie him into his chair. We put it on super loose, he could easily get out of it, but feeling confined makes him stay and eat, mostly. And Chase really really hates it, so when we go get the belt he cries and cries like we are going to get a belt to beat him. We don't actually spank our boy.
So at dinner one night at my parents house Chase could not stay in his chair to save him-
Papa: Chase, sit in your chair. If you don't sit in your chair I'm going to go get....
Chase (in the sweetest voice possible): Donuts?
Papa: No- the belt.
Chase: Oh, the belt....
Chase: (With a huge smile on his face) I can't go to bed. I'm being terrible! I'm being terrible mommy!
I'm 100% sure I've never called him terrible before, so I'm really not sure where this came from!
Chase: No, my excavator is broken.
Me: Here let me fill it up with gas!
Chase: No Mom! Excavators don't run on gas! They run on diesel!
Me: Daddy's home! Let's go give our hero a hug!
Chase: He's not a hero! He's just a boy. He's a boy Mom!
Me: Chase- will you go upstairs and get the diaper bag for me?
Chase runs upstairs and after awhile I call up: Chase! Did you get the diaper bag?
Chase: No Mom, I didn't get the whole bag.
(and I start feeling frustrated that he didn't follow instructions when I see him walking down the stairs with just one diaper and the wipes)
Me: Chase! Way to go! Thank you so much for getting me exactly what I needed!
Chase: May I please have a high five?
And then we high-fived.
Disclaimer before I tell this next one- when Chase is struggling at dinner time we go get a belt to tie him into his chair. We put it on super loose, he could easily get out of it, but feeling confined makes him stay and eat, mostly. And Chase really really hates it, so when we go get the belt he cries and cries like we are going to get a belt to beat him. We don't actually spank our boy.
So at dinner one night at my parents house Chase could not stay in his chair to save him-
Papa: Chase, sit in your chair. If you don't sit in your chair I'm going to go get....
Chase (in the sweetest voice possible): Donuts?
Papa: No- the belt.
Chase: Oh, the belt....
Ohhh he cracks me up!
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