I knew this blog would come in handy

One day I was hoping that Brent would appreciate what I've done here in preserving anecdotes and stories of his early childhood that he wouldn't be able to remember on his own. I didn't know it would come this soon, but lately he just delights in hearing about things he did when he was a baby.

One evening last week when we were doing bedtime stories, I started telling him a story about something he did when he was a baby. He laughed so hard he couldn't catch his breath! "But I was a baby, right? I wasn't a big boy then?" I assured him he wasn't in trouble, and he visibly relaxed and begged for more.

"Well," I started "When you were a baby, every time I would change your diaper, no matter how hard I tried, you would always find a way to pee all over me." I had to pause here since he couldn't hear me over his own cackling. "In fact, that's the very first thing you did when you were born - you peed all over the doctor that delivered you. That's when I know you were going to be ornery!".

"MORE!" he practically screamed. And I shared a few more little tidbits, only able to leave after promising to show him pictures and read him stories from the blog the next morning. He must've been waiting all night, because the first words out of his mouth were "Good morning mommy! I'm ready for more baby stories!"

So here's another story that I won't share with him for a few more years. You know that awful thing (when you have children) called daylight savings time? Well.... it seems in the spring if you forget to change the clock in your son's room, the next morning he dutifully waits until his clock says SEVEN-ZERO-ZERO before waking you up, only it's really eight o-clock! And, being the opportunistic, sleep-deprived, two-job-working mom that I am these days, I'm not ashamed to say it still hasn't been changed. I have ignored the desire to turn it back more though, so I don't feel too bad. He gets more sleep - I get more sleep - where's the downside to all that?

I'm sure one day he'll berate me for all the behind-the-scenes parental happenings that shortchanged his childhood, since I've chosen to share them and keep them for him someday. At least until he has children of his own, and then hopefully he'll just thank me for not stuffing him in a closet for half of his life.