My Sweetheart

Clayton was such a good baby. He was a great sleeper, ate well, and smiled all day long. Parenting him was so easy... and then he turned two. Oh my goodness, the 2's were hard! He got into things constantly and didn't really seem to grasp discipline. The 3's started off a little rocky as well, but he has started to show such a sweet spirit that I am totally in love with. Don't get me wrong - I still feel like I am constantly correcting his behavior and getting on to him. But... his sweet moments are quickly outnumbering the naughty ones. Here are some examples:

* Whenever I come out of my room after doing my hair and makeup, Clayton immediately says, "Oooh Mama, you look so pretty!" It melts my heart every time he says it. Some days it is just what this preggo needs to hear.

* I always tell Clayton, "I love you more than any Mommy has ever loved her little boy." The other day at Hobby Lobby (out of nowhere) he said, "I love you more than any Clayton has ever loved his Mommy." I almost burst into tears right in the middle of the clearance section.

* Today I was mopping the kitchen. Clayton was watching me and said, "When I'm a daddy, I am going to clean your floors for you. I will say 'Ta-da! Your floors are clean and shiny!'" Once again - I had to fight back tears.

I can almost guarantee you that my little angel will do something horribly rotten as soon as I publish this post. But... I want to remember the sweet things that he says, so I'll take my chances. :)

PS Just to balance out this mushy post, I will expose some of his latest pranks. :)

* All the bedrooms in our house have locks on the doors. Clayton has started locking the door and then closing it, thus preventing anyone (including himself) from entering the room. He has done this not once, not twice, but three times over the last two weeks. I am now a pro at unscrewing the doorknob and jimmying the lock. I think my best time so far is about 3 minutes!

* Clayton wanted me to repair one of his toys for him (can't remember which one). He asked me to fix it non-stop for at least 30 minutes. I was in the middle of making dinner, so I told him it would have to wait. He went upstairs and was completely silent for a few minutes. That's never a good sign... I went up to investigate only to find that the door to my craft room/guestroom was closed. I opened it to find the childproof outlet cover on the floor with my glue gun plugged in and laying on the carpet. Clayton then proudly explained to me that he was only getting my "goo gun" ready so that I could fix his toy. He honestly thought that he was being helpful. Luckily, his "helpfulness" didn't burn our house down!

Oh well, you take the good with the bad I guess. They're only little once, right?