"are you mommy or are you daddy?"

At this point in our parenting lives, with boys that are 2 and 5, KT and I have come to the realization that you never know where you will wake up in the morning or who you will wake up with.  Sure, it might sound like the wild college life to some but for us, it's just a fact of parenting.

Charlie is a very light sleeper.  Will is an extremely heavy sleeper.  I think KT and I are sort of in between the two.  I am way less likely to get up in the middle of the night though.

Last week, when I knew I wouldn't see Charlie for a whole week, I told KT to make sure I was the one that got up when Charlie got up in the middle of the night....'cause it's pretty much a given that he will get up.

So, around 2a.m. I got in bed with him and every time I would move an inch, he would jump and say, "Don't go mommy! Don't go!"

For several hours, we slept intertwined in one another because he must be touching you at all times when you are in the bed together.  Finally, when it was actually time to be awake, yet still a little dark, he grabbed my by the cheeks and with his morning breath and eyes half-opened, he said "Are you Mommy or are you Daddy?"  before planting a sweet kiss on my face.

Oh that boy.  That sweet boy.

My boy.

This morning on the way to school Will and I had a conversation that went like this:

Will: Oh, today is PE day! I love PE.
Me: You do? What do you like?
Will: We get to run a mile! Remember last week when I had that number? I ran then.
Me: Yes, I do remember. I'm so proud of you for running. Do you think you'll want to run with mommy one day?
Will: I do want to run with you. But, mommy, are boys allowed to run races too?

Imagine my happiness when he said this to me.  A sweet little boy who thinks that maybe just maybe running is something only girls can do because he sees his mama do it.

Proud mama, I am.  Very proud.