While dad's away

Most of what we have talked about in the blog is interesting, fascinating, worth noting stories we want our boys to remember. I will make a run down of the week my husband was in Florida on business...yes business.

Day 1: My oldest son Dylan and I decided the baby, Dalton, was ready to move out of the crib and into his toddler bed. This was a big move for mom, not because he is the baby, but he is also the destructive, no fear-having, encourages spankings, little man at the small age of 2. I had just finished redecorating his room in a surfer theme, so I figured this is the time; he is ready and so am I.

Nights 1-4, smooth sailing, Dalton was actually telling me he was tired and ready for bed. He isn't my cuddler, so we read a book, he jumps in and we are good to go. I had plugged the monitor back in, for the just in case moments....

Thursday 5:30 AM, I hear him crying, I meet him in the hall and tell him it is still night night time. He is telling me, "mommy...nose, mommy nose" I hug him and tell him we are going back to bed, he says it to me again. I look at his face, he is covered in blood from the bridge of his nose to his belly button. I run to the bathroom, as I try to clean him up I see myself in the mirror, where I had hugged him and him running his little hands down my arms...yes, blood everywhere. Best guess, he busts his nose when he rolls out of his bed.

Friday 12:45 AM, I hear him crying again, I am thinking good grief!!! I meet him in the hall and then the smell hits me. He has thrown up all over his bed, down the hall...on the carpets I had cleaned the night before. I had to give him a bath, get him changed, I changed my shirt, stripped the beds and did a load of laundry. Yes, I had to clean the carpets again. I was up until 2:30. My oldest walked in to see why we were all up..I told him if he wanted to clean-up puke he could...he went back to bed.

I am bleary eyed at the end of the week. I hadn't talked to my husband since Monday night with the exception of one quick call. This should give him all the details....

I am seeking paybacks BIG TIME.

My son is HOT...WHAT?!!?

Over the Labor Day holiday my sister in laws family had a cookout. We were among friends and family to enjoy the last meaningful days of the summer...did I mention in OKC they had high winds, lighting and torrential downpours??? Anywho...

I was walking inside the front door when we first arrived, I was holding hands with Dylan, we passed two 'tween girls one from the wedding and her friend. I heard the friend say, "huh, uh". I asked, "what"? The friend replied, "she said that Dylan was their boyfriend from the wedding"....he's 5!!! I laughed and went on my way. After about 3 steps, I hear..."he's HOT"

I told my husband about the girls whispering about Dylan...we thought, this can't be true; can't we wait for the next 10 years, NO, make that 15 years before we talk about my son being HOT??