Friday Forget-me-nots

Just a couple little moments from this week that I don't want to forget:

Lil'ReRe started the week off with a fever, a hangover from the MMR shot he got on Friday, so he stayed home with me on Monday. I thought he was well enough to go to school on Tuesday, but when my husband picked him up, he said he was just sitting in one of the ride-on cars, not going anywhere, while the other kids ran around. When they came home, he looked fine to me, so they came with me to Chapters, and sat in the Starbucks while I poked around a bit. It wasn't until after ReRe was in bed (early) that Getalife told me that, while sitting at Starbucks, he asked ReRe if he had a good day at school, but ReRe just looked down and shook his head no. When my husband asked why, he said "ReRe stay home a-Mummy." I felt so bad that I had made him go to school when he could have stayed home, and probably should have, but since he spends most of the time we are together suggesting doing something other than hanging out with me, I just assume he'd rather be with his little friends. I guess when he's sick, I'm his girl.

Speaking of which, he asked yesterday if we could go to the mall. Nice. I'm so proud of me.

Oh, and a couple days ago, after dinner, we were hanging out downstairs watching TV. I had gotten up to adjust the window blinds, and ReRe decided to climb up on the arm of the couch and bite my side. I screamed and nearly jumped three feet in the air, but he was leaning against me, so I was trying to extract his teeth from me without him falling off the couch and onto his face. Seeing how mad I was, he ran around in circles laughing, saying "That was funny!" trying to deflect my anger with his Cute Shield. But it didn't work, and I sat him down and told him that we don't bite, and that he needed to say he was sorry. In the most dejected voice I've ever heard, and looking straight down again, he said "sorry a-biting, Mummy". I then told him to kiss me where he bit me, since I now had a boo-boo, and he obliged. When we took ReRe upstairs for his bath, I heard my husband talking to him about it in his room. Later on, my husband told me that when he was explaining to our son again that he can't bite people, ReRe looked at him earnestly and said "I sorry Mummy, Daddy. I kiss Mummy, Daddy". Like, I get it, man.

Have a great Mother's Day, everyone! I hope you get a REAL day off, and aren't bitten by those you love.