Way overdue
I meant to write this like back in December and January, when the visits actually happened, but I was dealing with losing my sanity so it never happened, which is sad, because the visits I had were AWESOME.
So Little Man is a now a big brother, and in December, I was asked to watch over him while his mother was in the process in making him a big brother. The timing worked out that she was induced the day I got in so I went to pick Little Man up at daycare and watch over him until his parents came home the next morning with the new addition.
Little Man was SO HAPPY to see me when I went to pick him up. He had the biggest smile on his face and we had a blast taking the bus back to his place and cooking dinner together. I had that kid help me with cooking meals since before he could talk years ago, and he enjoyed opening the fridge for me and stirring the pasta. SO CUTE. We played the rest of the evening and I did the regular night time routine with him and was delighted that I could rock him to sleep and sing lullabies to him. I used to do it all the time with him years ago, and the last time I did I remember feeling sad that I would never do it again, so it was wonderful that I had an opportunity to again. He fell asleep and I tucked him in and went to the guest room to retire for the night.
An hour later he pads into the room and ask if I could stay in his room and I said, "are you afraid?" and he nods his little head, and my ovaries basically explode everywhere.
How can they not when tiny people with wide eyes who just want to be loved and protected ask me to love and protect them? Nothing breaks my heart more than little tykes who can't rationalize the big scary world like adults being scared or neglected or hurt. Of course Aunty will go and push the scary monsters away and stay with you so you can drift off to the land of Nod feeling loved and secured, you sweet little babykin.
Next morning his family comes in with Little Brother, and the first thing Little Man says when he sees his Little Brother is to count everyone in the room. He counts to five because I'm there, and it's so cute how he instantly considers his tiny baby brother as a human being worth being counted.
Later we were going either up or down the stairs, I can't remember, Little Man and I, and he says to me, "Little Brother isn't a big boy?"
"No Little Brother is a baby," I replied.
So he asks, "When Little Brother is a big boy, he can play with me?"
LITTLE MAN, DO YOU WANT YOUR BRAINS SPLATTERED ALL OVER THE STAIRS? BECAUSE AUNTY WANTS TO GRAB A METAL PIPE AND SMASH YOUR LITTLE PRESCHOOLER SKULL WITH IT SHE CAN'T STAND HOW CUTE YOU ARE! SHE CAN'T STAND IT!!!!
I had a blast with him during that visit and the visit about a month later. Both times I took him back to our favourite spots, to the little coffee shop where I always got him a croissant and I got my big veg burritos and to the toy store where I got him more toys. That's what aunties do. And I'm lucky in that all my nieces and nephews have been super appreciative of the gifts I give them, so of course my response is, "AUNTY WILL BUY YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT!"
I got Little Man a sticker book of vehicles where you can stick vehicles on a page of scenery during the second visit. He LOVED that book! I let him play with a few stickers and then took the book away saying we'll wait until his parents got home so show them how good he was at placing the stickers on the scenery (and he was!) He didn't like that and kept dancing and asking for the sticker book. It amuses me to no end how little kids dance when they want something LOL. He loves all his toys and possessions individually so much and gets so much joy of them that it's no wonder his extended families keeps buying him stuff.
But my favourite memory of that visit was when we were playing with his Paw Patrol toys and he was pointing to the tail of all the dogs saying, "There's his tail. There's his tail. There's her tail. There's his tail."
I then asked him, "where your tail?"
He said, "I don't have a tail."
"You don't have a tail!?" I exclaimed as if I was scandalized with horror. "What kind of a dog are you?"
He looked at me like I was a weirdo and said indignantly, "I'm not a dog. I'm a boy!"
Oh.
Kid wants his brains splattered somewhere. I CAN'T STAND THE CUTENESS.
So Little Man is a now a big brother, and in December, I was asked to watch over him while his mother was in the process in making him a big brother. The timing worked out that she was induced the day I got in so I went to pick Little Man up at daycare and watch over him until his parents came home the next morning with the new addition.
Little Man was SO HAPPY to see me when I went to pick him up. He had the biggest smile on his face and we had a blast taking the bus back to his place and cooking dinner together. I had that kid help me with cooking meals since before he could talk years ago, and he enjoyed opening the fridge for me and stirring the pasta. SO CUTE. We played the rest of the evening and I did the regular night time routine with him and was delighted that I could rock him to sleep and sing lullabies to him. I used to do it all the time with him years ago, and the last time I did I remember feeling sad that I would never do it again, so it was wonderful that I had an opportunity to again. He fell asleep and I tucked him in and went to the guest room to retire for the night.
An hour later he pads into the room and ask if I could stay in his room and I said, "are you afraid?" and he nods his little head, and my ovaries basically explode everywhere.
How can they not when tiny people with wide eyes who just want to be loved and protected ask me to love and protect them? Nothing breaks my heart more than little tykes who can't rationalize the big scary world like adults being scared or neglected or hurt. Of course Aunty will go and push the scary monsters away and stay with you so you can drift off to the land of Nod feeling loved and secured, you sweet little babykin.
Next morning his family comes in with Little Brother, and the first thing Little Man says when he sees his Little Brother is to count everyone in the room. He counts to five because I'm there, and it's so cute how he instantly considers his tiny baby brother as a human being worth being counted.
Later we were going either up or down the stairs, I can't remember, Little Man and I, and he says to me, "Little Brother isn't a big boy?"
"No Little Brother is a baby," I replied.
So he asks, "When Little Brother is a big boy, he can play with me?"
LITTLE MAN, DO YOU WANT YOUR BRAINS SPLATTERED ALL OVER THE STAIRS? BECAUSE AUNTY WANTS TO GRAB A METAL PIPE AND SMASH YOUR LITTLE PRESCHOOLER SKULL WITH IT SHE CAN'T STAND HOW CUTE YOU ARE! SHE CAN'T STAND IT!!!!
I had a blast with him during that visit and the visit about a month later. Both times I took him back to our favourite spots, to the little coffee shop where I always got him a croissant and I got my big veg burritos and to the toy store where I got him more toys. That's what aunties do. And I'm lucky in that all my nieces and nephews have been super appreciative of the gifts I give them, so of course my response is, "AUNTY WILL BUY YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT!"
I got Little Man a sticker book of vehicles where you can stick vehicles on a page of scenery during the second visit. He LOVED that book! I let him play with a few stickers and then took the book away saying we'll wait until his parents got home so show them how good he was at placing the stickers on the scenery (and he was!) He didn't like that and kept dancing and asking for the sticker book. It amuses me to no end how little kids dance when they want something LOL. He loves all his toys and possessions individually so much and gets so much joy of them that it's no wonder his extended families keeps buying him stuff.
But my favourite memory of that visit was when we were playing with his Paw Patrol toys and he was pointing to the tail of all the dogs saying, "There's his tail. There's his tail. There's her tail. There's his tail."
I then asked him, "where your tail?"
He said, "I don't have a tail."
"You don't have a tail!?" I exclaimed as if I was scandalized with horror. "What kind of a dog are you?"
He looked at me like I was a weirdo and said indignantly, "I'm not a dog. I'm a boy!"
Oh.
Kid wants his brains splattered somewhere. I CAN'T STAND THE CUTENESS.