MJ's Christmas List....

During dinner a few nights ago, MJ announced one of his must have items for Christmas.  It went something like this:


"Mommy, for Christmas I want an X-Ray of my bones.  I really wanna see my bones."

"Well M.J., I'll see what I can do."

How the hell do we come up with that? He just set us up for failure. He's totally gonna be disappointed on Christmas morning.

Why couldn't he just ask for more cars from Disney's Cars 2????

Neglect

Neglect.  That's what this blog has been getting.  Neglected.  I don't have time for this nonsense.  It is fun to keep track of MJ and his shenanigans though, so I will do my best.

Poor MJ.  Kids got strep.  And when he gets strep it's nasty.  He's got the nastiest looking tonsils I have ever seen.  They are literally fighting each other for space in his throat, they are so huge on a good day.  They most definitely contribute to his snoring issues.  Yeah he snores, it's so cute.  Not really.

We had to take him to a walk in clinic because of that jerk Irene, his pediatrician had no power so the office was closed.  Knowing how bad he had strep last time he couldn't wait to be seen.  Once he was confirmed with strep, we went to get his RX filled.  The husband told MJ he got it flavored with grape which really soured his mood since MJ hates grape flavored medicine.  After getting it changed to Bubble Gum he was all smiles.

The husband picked up some more Ibuprofen for MJ today and do you know what flavor he got?

Grape.

And do you know what MJ's response to him was? 

"Daddy, we had this discussion in the car yesterday.  I do not like grape. I only like Bubble Gum."

"Well, he told you." I replied

What is happiness?

This evening, after trying to explain in four year old terms what "happiness" means - I asked M.J. what makes him happy.  I was thinking I would get some response like cars, trains, turkey & cheese sandwiches. You know - the stuff four year olds love.

His response?

"I'm happy when I don't hit Lucas."

Awesome.

Are you asleep yet?

Remember when you were a kid and you would take a long car trip with your family, well at least it seemed like a long car trip to you when you had no concept of time and distance.  Anyways, you repeatedly asked "Are we there yet?" to your parents to the point that they wanted to drive off a cliff?

I had a night similar to one of those car trips last night.  Funny how most of my stories revolve around bedtime.

I was laying down with MJ and as my usual told him Goodnight, close your eyes, and go to sleep. Two seconds later I hear:

"Mommy, are you asleep?"

"No."

"Are you asleep now?"

"Shh."

"Why is the door shut?"

"We always close the door. Go to sleep."

"Are you asleep?"

"Shh."

"Mommy, go to sleep."

"Shh."

"Why do YOU keep saying that?"

"Stop talking."

"Mommy, go to sleep."

"I can't go to sleep because you keep talking."

"Are you asleep yet?"

"Shh." (Trying not to laugh)

"Why are you laughing?"

"Shh."

"Mommy, if you don't go to sleep you're going to be grouchy tomorrow."

(Okay, first - I can't believe he said I would be grouchy!  I am never grouchy.  Bitchy yes.  Grouchy no.  And never to him, only people who deserve it.  You know who you are. And second - it was pretty damn funny when he said it, I was trying to hold the laughter back.)

"Shh."

"Mommy, your going to be tired...go to sleep."

At this point I could see him sneaking off the bed and creeping to the closed door.

"M.J. I can see everything you are doing right now. Get back in bed."

"I was just gonna open the door."

"Go to sleep."

He finally fell asleep shortly after that, but really.  I lost track of how many times he asked me if I was asleep.