5am!

There are nights as a mom that you are sooooo deep in sleep the calls from down the hall seem like a dream. This was me last night.

Somewhere in my head I was attending a really odd wedding involving people I didn't even socialize with in high school. There we flag people doing a routine outside the church and the guests were asked to guess the weight of the couples first child...yeah, yeah...WEIRD.

Then, Trent was calling from somewhere....mommy? nommy? Nope....NUMMMIES! Nummmies!

Groggy-brained mommy slowly filtered this information.

1. Open eye-ball and assess daylight: NONE

2. Turn head and look at clock: 5am!

3. Listen again to truly determine what he is saying: Nummmmmmies!

OMG! He woke up at 5am and is hungry? He is SO going back to sleep. This is unacceptable.

Wake up Rich and inform him of his progeny's crazy request. Go get him milk please.

Stagger to nursery. Arrive to find one happy bouncing child. 'Mak?!'

In a minute buddy, daddy is getting it.

Find that he had a primary reason for waking up....soaked in pee. Sighhh, stupid diaper leak. Change diaper. Change pajama pants. Sit in glider and wait for 'Mak' to show up.

Daddy arrives, ''Here you go buddy. Are you hungry?''

Trent, 'Nummies. Da doo''

At least he remembered to be polite at 5am.

Words...more of them

Trent is getting to be such a little talker!

This week he learned to say 'Meeeesssss' in reference to toys all over the room. Not that he's helping clean them up any time soon.

He also told me, 'mommmeeee! Bee beek Mak' Translated: Mommy, microwave(beep beep) milk. The small sentences are starting.

Just for Girls

Saying a shocking hello to the birds and bees conversation, at least a very edited version!

Nora discovered her vagina about two years ago while we were potty training. At the time, she went on a diatribe about it but we didn't need to go beyond 'God made you that way.' Rich and I were dying with laughter at the time because of her normal toddler curiosity. The why? Why it's big?

Tonight, I had to go further in the explanation.

Nora: Mommy, I have a hole right there, why? (At this point she is sitting in a not so lady-like position inspecting herself)

Me: Because girls are made that way.

Nora: Not boys? Daddy doesn't have a hole?

Me: No. God made girls special so we could be mommy's. (Me begging in my head that she doesn't ask me to elaborate on that!)

Nora: Ms. Bev and Ms. Jenni are girls and mommies. (these are her preschool teachers)

Me: Yes.

Nora: All girls have holes, boys don't have holes. That's so silly!

At this point, I'm imagining her going to preschool and announcing. ''Girls have holes and boys have peanuts'' akin to the kid in 'Kindergarten Cop'. Peanuts is her name for brother's penis.

Oh my! Didn't realize I would be faced with questions like this at four!