Dear, Anyone!

Boy, did I have an earful for you today! This weekend is Stake Conference for our church and I was in charge of picking up flowers, so this morning Parker and I went to a couple of stores then took them out to church. As we pulled up I remembered there was a Primary activity, which was perfect because I lost my set of church keys. I delivered the flowers to their perfect places and ran into a friend. My son was hungry and tired so I only got to chat for a few minutes, which was probably good...for her. I do not need to go into details most of you know my dilemma and it is just something I have to deal with and stop whining about. I am glad I talked to her instead of inviting the pity party onto this blog, because that is the last thing I need, is to sound like I need people to feel sorry for me. Thanks, Cassie!

Anyway, onto the point of this post. My friend, Christa just posted about her daughter on her blog doing magic tricks and titled it, "The Best Entertainment, for free." Today, I woke up to ants. Yes! dirty, creepy, crawling ants. but, that is not the worst part of it. I did not discover these gross insects until after my son headed for the kitchen for breakfast. I had a mild breakdown! I picked him up, dusted him off as if he were just exposed to some awful disease and put him in his highchair, cut up a pancake for him to eat and went to work. I scrubbed the counters, stove and swept and washed the floors. For those of you who have been in my kitchen and there are not very many of you, you could scrub night and day and it would still look the same. But, the nice scent of Lysol made me feel better. So, after trying to clean with a ONE year old for a half hour and getting mad at him every time he touched something he was not suppose to and hearing his cries of boredom and begging for the freedom of the outside world. I put down my dusting rag, put on some shoes and we headed outside.

Now back to my friends blog.....Before we headed outside he grabbed his dinosaur, and started roar. He has learned 3 animal sounds and imitates them all the time. Dog, Duck and Dinosaur. He walked up and down the sidewalk yelling, ""Roar, Quack, Ruff." over and over again. And in that moment I thought, "I could listen and watch him do this all day." When it was time to come inside, which he does not like to do and usually runs the other direction. Today, I yelled, "Parker Benjamin, it is time to go inside. ONE." and before I could get to TWO he turns around and yells, "DWO." I couldn't believe it, he was mocking me. I thought I'll show you two. I grabbed him and kissed him and tickled him, and told him that if we go inside we could dance, and he agreed. Watching him dance to Tim McGraw's "Fly Away" song is hilarious, especially when he sings along, or tries to anyway. He entertains me, and it is the best.

Now I am calm! I just hate the unknown and am awaiting the day when I know where I am heading..for now anyway. I love him so much, and can not possible imagine my life without him. My husband on the other hand...I am totally kidding. We have our days, but most of the time I like him..love him. He works so hard for us, it is just nice to have sometime with him too. After today he is down to one job, which is good..for my sanity anyway!

PS. Does anyone know how to post a play list onto your blog? it has to be easier than I am making it!!

Thanks,
Cindy

Now, I may be on the verge of rambling. I visited my Aunt recently and after I put Parker to bed for the night and cleaned up, we sat down for a very competitive game of 'Hate Your Neighbor." Lovely game, it is! about a half and hour into the game she mentions that I am more clam when Parker is asleep. I thought, "Really, am I a total spaz when he is up?" She just made the comment that it is a good thing that we are having another baby or she would be concerned. So, my wheels started turning....do I cater to him too much? do I give in? she just said that he is completely dependant on me. Everything he does has to involve me. He does not play by himself, will not do anything unless I am with him. She may.be. a little right? It is quite annoying that he is stuck to me like snot on a screen door, 24/7. But, how do I fix this? I tried going out and buying him a new toy, something that I thought he would have fun doing by himself but, he still needs me right there by him.

Is this normal? should I be concerned? what can I do to fix this? any ideas?