Last night, after a full day without Matt's parents help, we were all exhausted and trying to have some down time in front of the TV (where else do you do that anyway?). I realized in a sleep-deprived haze, that Sam was not with us in the family room and headed upstairs to find him. I thought he might be playing the hiding game, where he hides under the crib and we find him...he hides in the same place every time. Sure enough he was hiding under the crib, though this time he was hiding with a brick ( I kid you not, a brick sized chunk) of Mexican chocolate, of which he had eaten a full corner, chocolate smeared all over his face and hands!
Now, a rational mother would have done one of two things...reprimanded her son for stealing chocolate and eating it at 7 p.m. OR laughed at the hysterical two-year old antics and cleaned up her son. This mother is not rational. This mother is post-pardum, wearing her baby in a sling, with milk boobies hanging and leaking like punctured water balloons in socks! This woman begins crying hysterically, in between sobs saying, "I'm an awful mother!" About this time Matt comes running upstairs hearing my cry and thinks I have dropped the baby. When he finds me standing in the middle of the kitchen with tears streaming and Sam standing next to me, chocolate covering every square inch of his toddler face, looking guilty as all hell, he, as a rational father, begins laughing hystercially! Poor Sam didn't know what to do, laugh or cry and, of course being the sensitive kid he is, begins crying because I am, because I can't stop now that I have started. Sam and I cuddled on the couch, he wiped my tears. Matt sat near by and comforted and then Sam said, "Mommy stinky". After some discussion and deduction, Matt and I concluded that Sam was telling me I had stinky breath! We all laughed at that and I felt so fortunate sitting there with my new family of four.
