Sammy insists on labeling everything these days. Bedtime takes an hour because we go around the room, often several times.
"Pane?" "Yes, that's the plane."
"Bed?" "Yes, that's your bed."
"Noh?" "Yes, that's mommy's - oWWWWW - nose."
"Neenee?" "Yes, that's Uniqua."
"Noh?" "Yes, that's OW, yes, OWWW, let go of mommy's nose!"
And so it goes until I realize I'm more of a distraction than anything else, and sneak off with the promise of checking back in in a few minutes. By that time, he's usually asleep.
As I was getting him settled in tonight after the fifth time labeling the different trucks in the prints on his wall, he began rustling around the space between the mattress and his bed.
"Mimi? Mimi?" he asked, each time with slightly more panic in his voice.
So I traced the edges of his mattress until I found what he was looking for - and looks for every night - a little plastic Minnie Mouse, affectionately called "Mimi." He took her from me, curled his Mimi into his chest and snuggled into the corner. And sure enough, when I check on him in a few minutes - or a few hours - he'll be in some random weird position only toddlers think makes for comfy sleeping, his little hand tightly holding onto the very Disney we swore he'd never embrace.
Have I mentioned recently that my son, strange love of annoying little mice aside, is so.freakin'.cute? Yeah, I didn't think so. And if I have, oh well, not apologizing, because man - as his language develops, he just keeps getting cuter and cuter. Seriously. So. Freaking. Cute.
My name is erika-renee, but call me eka - pronounced "eh-ka." I'm suddenly somehow 32, though I still love pigtails and overalls and silly, happy things. I live north of Boston, and I'm happily married to 
I'm a mama!
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