5 more weeks (or less) until our little baby is here.
5 more weeks being a family of three.
5 more weeks of calm.
Who am I kidding? Calm? No such thing.
Landon has been somewhat difficult lately. Especially at meal time and bed time. He's always been a champion eater. But lately, I can't seem to get him to eat anything but cereal, lunch meats, or yogurt. Could be worse, I suppose. But the constant fight at meal time is killing me. He says he wants to eat what we are eating, then as soon as it's on the table, has a giant meltdown because he thinks its gross, or hurts his tummy, or makes him sick. He's grown to be the king of excuses lately. I don't like it much. He's also gotten into saying "I can't" which is beyond frustrating. I'm not sure where he learned it, or why he thinks he can say it all the time, but I try so hard to encourage him to try everything before I will help him. That only ends up making him more upset, and he doesn't try. So it turns into a fight. I should learn to be more patient. He is only three.
Besides all of the frustrating things he's been doing lately, he's had some very sweet moments. Sometimes I can't believe I am so lucky to have such an awesome little boy.
I had a moment at 4am a few days ago. At the time, it was extremely annoying. Soon after, I saw the beauty in it. At some point in the night, Landon got in bed with Nate and I. And my body pillow, which is an essential these days. And Nate ended up in the middle of the bed. Talk about crowded. I tried to wake up Nate to have him bring Landon back to his bed, but that was a failure. So, I grabbed my pillow and left the boys in my bed, and went to Landon's bed. He has a full size bed now, which is far too big for him, but very nice to have an extra bed for guests, or in this case, myself. The mattress was very cheap, and therefore, not very comfortable. But I've bought a foam topper for it and its at least liveable. Anyways, it turned out very nice to have a whole bed to me and my big belly. I had just started to fall into a deep sleep, when in comes Landon. "Hey mom. Why are you in my bed?" I check the clock, its 4:00am. So I scoot over (not easy) and let him in. He tosses and turns and sits up and lays down. My blood pressure rises. After repeatedly asking him to lay down, he finally fesses up. "I have to pee mom." Great. Go. So he takes himself to the bathroom, comes back, climbs in and settles down, and he's out in about 3 minutes flat. I, on the other hand, am now wide awake for the second time that night, and almost decide to just give up on sleep altogether. Then, Landon rolls over, snuggles up next to me, and sighs. He is completely content and relaxed and happy to be next to me. And I am happy to be next to him. I realize that there are only 5 more weeks of him having me completely to himself. 5 more weeks of being able to freely go sleep with my big boy and snuggle him, without a baby needing my attention. 5 more weeks to enjoy my only child before he becomes my oldest child.
That turned into a really long story to get to the point, but I wanted to make sure to write it down. He is so important to me. And sometimes, it's easy to forget about these moments, and only focus on the bad days he's had lately. He is going to make an incredible big brother. And I hope he understands when I get busy sometimes. Nate and I absolutely adore our little big boy. He teaches us so much every day.
