My Little Pillow Defender

I would like to tell you a little story about what a precious little pumpkin I have. Right now, he is three years old (and some change) and I believe he’s at the cutest age yet. Every day he says something or does something that causes Jeff and me to look at each other in disbelief and then laugh our butts off. This morning was no exception. I got a call from Colten when I was already at work. I got up at the butt crack of dawn to go to a spinning class and had just settled into my desk. His response to my hello was, “We’re lazy bums, Mom.” Apparently he and his daddy were still in bed! Mind you, I had already been up for nearly three hours.

Granted, his daddy coached him on what to say, but it was still SO cute to hear coming from him. Then, the cutest thing was when he asked if I was jealous. I can’t express to you how adorable he sounded or how cute he was when he busted into giggles after I began laughing at how cute he was.

Jeff then went on to tell me that he and Colten had just woken up and had gotten into a pillow fight. After that, he started to gather up MY pillows to apparently add to his comfort in my absence. At this, Colten told him something to the effect of, “No, Daddy, don’t take Mommy’s pillows!” It doesn't seem like a big deal since I wasn't even there, but there is a clear reason why he found this act to be so offensive. Plainly put, it’s because Mommy finds it offensive:) You may not know this about me, but you have to understand that I am extremely particular about my pillows. My pillows are MY pillows. Apparently, Jeff can’t tell difference between all of the pillows on our bed (about 8 to 10) as to which ones are his and which ones are MINE. I know this by the fact that every time I come to bed after him, or any time he makes the bed, I have to fish my pillows out of his side. Sometimes, to the detriment of his sleep! This is a common occurrence for us…I snatch my pillow, he gets mad that I took his pillow, I get mad that he doesn’t already know that it was my pillow, and the cycle continues. It’s an idiosyncrasy of mine, I know. I guess it comes from growing up in a house with four kids. You have to learn to stake your claim and be willing to defend it!

So, all of this just illustrates the point that three year olds pick up on everything! Even when you think they aren’t paying attention, they are! At least in this case, it was a good thing. I have a little advocate. But it goes double to remind me that he’s listening and taking everything in, and I need to try more than ever to be a good role model to him, my little precious pumpkin!