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I love my children, but sometimes I just don’t understand how they think.  This is especially true for Aryanna.  She is one sharp tack.

Last night Jordyn invited her to have a camp-out in his room which only means she gets to sleep on the floor in her sleeping bag while he sleeps in his bed.  Why this appeals to her, I’ll never know.  Anyway, she was excited and talked about it for hours because even though Jordyn gives her a hard time most days, she loves him.  Since it’s the end of the school year, I decided to let this fly on a school night.  However, being experienced in the department of being a “sleep over hostess” I knew what was coming - lots of talking, fooling around, me going in and out, her coming in and out to tell and so much more.  Armed with this experience I advised both of them that they were only going to have 2 chances and if I had to come in more times than that, their party would be over.

Of course I was right.  They were fooling around and she got up and left the room to tell on him a couple times.  I also had to go in there a few times, so that means I even gave them an extra chance or two or three.  The last straw was when she came out to tell on him for throwing his teddy bear at her.  Here’s how the rest went down…

Me:  “That’s it.  I’m sorry.  I told you I would give you 2 chances and you’ve had more than that and now you have to sleep in your bed.”

In the most drama I have seen since being a faithful watcher of Days of Our Lives for years, she FLIPPED out yelling, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!  I fuh-got I only had a couple chances! I fuh-got! I fuh-got!” and then the child lunged her body through the air onto her sleeping bag and pillow.  I suppose she thought I couldn’t pick the stuff up with her on it.  Of course I swiped the sleeping bag from under her.  I had to pry the pillow from her clutches.  All the while Jordyn is trying to hold in his laughter at this crazy scene which in turn causes me to burst out hysterically laughing at all of the silliness happening.

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Well….sleeping boy actually. We found someone in our bed the other night. And no, I didn’t put the bear there. That’s “Teddy”. We made him for Jordyn right before he was born and he has slept with him every night since.

Yesterday was Jordyn’s birthday.  He turned 7.  His birthday made me think about my age more than my own ,probably because my husband said, “Him turning 7 so fast just means we are getting older just as fast.”  What every woman wants to hear.  How old we are getting.  I didn’t dwell on it long because when I turned thirty I pondered my age thoroughly.  Turning thirty is a milestone of sorts.  You can no longer blame the stupidity of your twenties yet you have enough life experiences to actually have a snippet of wisdom to offer others younger than you.  You see, I couldn’t dwell on turning thirty two because I want to save all my strength for when I turn forty.  I can only imagine the thoughts and emotions that will pop up.

Seeing Jordyn turn seven is a joy.  I can remember every minute of my labor and delivery all the way up until the morphine.  It’s a little fuzzy after that for a couple days - morphine and vicodin will do that to you.  I remember my hormones raging and how I didn’t immediately click into this blissful motherhood role I was embarking on.  Then, two weeks after I had him home I was rocking him back to sleep at about 3 a.m. when suddenly I was more awake than I had ever been before in my life.  I looked at him and thought to myself, “Look what you did.  You have this amazing little person that you created and now you have to make sure he grows up to be a man that you would be proud of.  I’m a mother.  I’m someone’s mother.  Oh damn, I’m someone’s mother.  Oh.  My.  God.  I’m someone’s mother.”  I sobbed by myself while holding him in that chair as if I had JUST given birth to him.  To look at him now, seven years later, with a newly lost tooth, interests in reading, sports and video games amazes me.  He’s becoming his own person and exploring things he enjoys.  Is he a perfect little angel?  No.  There a lots of times I want to ring his neck.  Yesterday wasn’t one of them.