Supper ADD

Last night was a long, long night....I picked the boys up from Bobbi's and it was difficult getting the boys to leave. Joey kept on coming up with things to show me, things to do, things to see. He was stalling the inevitable: going home with his mama! : ) After finally getting him home, we played outside for a little bit with daddy, and then went in for supper. Supper was a disaster. Joey is up and down from the chair 19 times. We are constantly trying to get him to eat, or just focus on something at mealtime. I personally diagnosed him with "Supper ADD". This is a new diagnosis I invented- it's when your children focus on everything BUT supper. It's the ceiling, it's Maddox, it's the fan, it's the window, it's always something. Finally, Joe reminded me of our old pediatrician's words- he is not going to starve, don't fight supper time every night. We finally dismissed him from supper. To our delight, Maddox decided it was his turn to be difficult. He whined, cried, crawled up our leg, spit up his food - I'm sure he's going to have "Supper ADD" as well, but I'll hold off on an early diagnosis - he's only 8 months. Joe decided it would be better for us to give up on our supper, as well- afterall, we weren't going to starve either. We moved on to bath time, in hopes something better was in store for us. I took bathtime, Joe took supper clean-up.

Bathtime began like supper ended- Joey was insisting that it was his bathtub, not Maddox's and he does not want to share it. I told him to count on sharing it for the next 10 years (although I'm hoping that my 13-year old and 11-year old aren't still sharing a tub). Then, he said, "It's not fair, mom!" I'm not sure where he heard that or came up with that. It was then, that I felt the little "Mini-Mark Remsburg" on my shoulder. You know how on t.v. they show an angel and a devil on shoulders and the character is trying to decide which to do? Well, Mini-Mark Remsburg shows up on occasion and this time, I followed his lead. I yelled back, "Life isn't fair, Joey, and you might as well get used to it right now!" Yes, that did indeed make me feel better, but Joey continued his plight to get the bathtub to himself despite my effort to teach him a lifelong lesson.

So, to distract him, I taught him a new song- "I'm a little teapot." He picked up on it very fast. He kept saying, "Sing it again, mom! Sing it again!" He sang it for me word for word this morning and I've never heard something so adorable! Man, I want to capture that song on cd and play it for the next 40 years.

I'm in the midst of packing for my trip for San Antonio. I can't wait, but I also will miss them so much! And, I hate flying- so please say a prayer for me. Flying without Joe next to me is even worse. But, it'll all be worth a few days of rest, relaxation and catching up with one of my best friends.

Looking forward to a safe, fast flight and hoping Supper ADD is cured before he turns 10....