all about our Lionel {fall 2015}.

L-Summer-2015

oh, this boy. he is growing up faster than his little leggies can run, and i find myself toggling between reaching for his cheeks to smother him in kisses {which he then wipes off aggressively, but only after he ensures that i’m WATCHING HIM wipe away my love – little stinker!} and pushing him to gain, bit by bit, a sense of independence.

a few Lionel-isms that have made me want to hit the pause button on life lately:

* in August, the boys and i {along with my parents} made a quick trip to Minneapolis. en route to our destination, sweet L noticed the windmills in the distance, expansive in size and frequent in number, and asked his Mama what they were. i told him that they were windmills, and he proceeded to call them “wind nails” the rest of our trip.

* L is my little bookworm. ever since he was little, he’s been a lover of books and words, and {proud mama brag coming} his vocabulary proves it. from time to time, Jord and i will read words or sentences, and L will repeat them back to us, but last night, he sat with me and read to me – in other words, i finally caught his adorable little reading voice on video. check it out:

* i chose the photo above to accompany this post for a deliberate reason: our boy HAAAATES pants.

every morning when we get L dressed {after, of course, having him pick out a shirt to wear the night before, because if we just select a shirt for him, THE WORLD ENDS}, we put on socks first. then, as my hands reach for his pants, his adorable brown eyes get glassy with tears.

“i want shorts, Mama,” he says as his voice crackles, the emotion behind this request sneaking through.

“i know, buddy,” i say, EACH MORNING, “but summer’s over – it’s fall now, and it’s pretty chilly outside. we don’t want your leggies to get cold, so we need to wear pants today.”

cue the meltdown.

“but i waaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnt pants that stand up, Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” he wails. {and yes, he calls shorts “pants that stand up.” oh, how i love his brain.}

when this situation presents itself, i have been known to do one of the following:

A) call for reinforcement {i.e. Daddy};

B) negotiate {i.e. “if you wear pants now, you can put your shorts back on as soon as we get home from school!”};

C) {freaking} relent and let the poor boy freeze. yes, i’m that mama on some days.

* as i featured here, our boy LOVES soccer. he’s now on his second session of a six-week soccer program for 3- and 4-year-old kiddos, and he’s loving every minute of it. but what i’m finding particularly endearing is the way in which he talks to his brother, Q, about soccer. “Quincy, you watch Lionel play soccer? you’re too little for soccer. when you’re a big boy like Lionel, Grandpa will get you shin guards and soccer shoes and soccer shorts and soccer shirt, and you can play soccer like Lionel.”

* we’ve been slooooowly working on potty-training with L. we started the process when he was 2 years old with a potty-training “boot camp” of sorts that, well, failed, mostly because i wasn’t ready for my only baby {at the time} to grow up so quickly. since then, we’ve had a few potty-training sessions every month or so, where he’ll tolerate undies for a few hours and then want to return to his diapers or Pull-Ups. BUT, this past weekend, he announced that he had to go potty, walked himself over to his potty chair and sat down, and HE ACTUALLY DID IT. and it was AMAZING. i don’t think i’ve cheered that loud since Game 6 of the 2011 World Series {go Cardinals}.

in light of his recent successes on the potty chair, we sent him to daycare today in undies, along with four extra outfits and a collection of character-themed undies to choose from, should an accident occur. i CANNOT WAIT to find out all about his day of pottying like a big boy – with his friends around, no less!

About Sara

Sara works in higher education, but she's most proud of her role as a Mama to two precocious boys, Lionel Conner, age 4, and Quincy August, age 2. In honor of turning 30 in 2016, she pierced her nose to "keep her young." She loves watching guilty-pleasure television, writing about motherhood, decorating her first home, sipping red wine with her husband Jordan, and chasing after her sons.
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