Caught in the Web

Superheroes have found their way into our home.  Namely... Spida-min

It all started with this picture, Husband purchased when he was younger, of Spiderman.

(Husband hates that I call it a 'picture.' It's a lithograph.)

Next, the shows creeped in.  Maybe a t-shirt here, undies there. 
Then he started getting "Superhero vitamin shakes" occasionally.  

 
Finally we (I) succumb.  We owned it.  SBR's 3rd birthday party had a theme.  
Yep, spida-min.  In addition to the overload of Spiderman decorations: balloons, cake, streamers and new shirts for both boys,  his gifts were everything Spiderman.   Action figure (not a DOLL, Mawm!), beach ball and floaty ring, beach towel, jammies, shirts, sprinklers, coloring books, socks, shoes, sunglasses, stickers, goggles, oh my!  Seriously... puked. on. birthday party.

He also got 2 different mask and cape combos.  But we ALL know Spiderman doesn't wear a cape.  (eye roll)

For Halloween I wanted SBR to be Spiderman.  ET would be a spider, Husband the Hulk and I would be a spider web.  Surprisingly SBR wants to be a spider.  (of course he does, because that's not my vision. ) Come October, if that is still the case, I do have a backup plan.  It's genius, you'll never guess. 

So... when your 3 year old is jumping from his bed to his bean bag in his super hero cape... you obviously do what any normal mother of the year would do... you grab your camera.

no boys or animals were harmed in this photo

I absolutely adore this quote that will adorn the boys' shared room in just about 19 mos.  

Not that I have a count down to our new office/craft room, or anything.  

Sometimes being a brother is better than being a Super Hero.  

~Marc Brown

The "Sh..." Word

Lately it seems the "Trying 3's" have entered our home.  

In case you don't remember, or maybe you didn't know, or maybe/probably I need to be  reminded myself... SBR stands for Sweet Baby Reid.  In real life I do often refer to him as "SweetBoy."  Just not so much lately. 

He talks back... <hands fiercely on his hips> Not me... no... YOU do it!  He is super bossy....  Mommy, stop kissing Eli... Eli, stop craw'ing dare,  Barley, stop chewing dat... ; and he whines the longest high-pitched whiiiiiniest whine whines.  Yep, he pushes all the right buttons with the perfect caress and little jab.

He has me clinging to the precious bebe and begging him to stop growing. 

Then there was today.  Today was actually a good day.  He had a great day at the Sweet Sitter's (he's an angel there).  Then I took him shopping for about 45 minutes.  He was surprisingly really good in the store. (shopping has a 50/50 success rate with SBR)  
He even accepted "No," in response to not one, but TWo "Mooommy?  I waaaant dis..." 

Then, after dinner, SBR was allowed to pick a cookie.  I was off getting the baby ready to go swimming, when SBR "Sh" word'd.  He took half of his cookie and gave it to Daddy.  Then he came and gave me half of HIS half.  He ate a quarter of his cookie.   
SBR SHARED! 
Without being prompted?  or swayed?  or... or... what??  

Husband and I were so shocked we didn't actually eat it till after SBR was in bed.   

Aaaawwe,  see!  He is still our sweet-sweet SBR after all. 


I bet it's the heat.  Yeah, it's for sure the heat.