A Visit With Poppie

me: how was your nap, bud?
Joey: good. Can we go to Nonni's house now?
me: yup! Nonni and Poppie will be home and they are bringing your other Poppie with them!
Joey: what udder Poppie?
me: your Poppie's daddy.
Joey: Oh! oh.. you mean, Nana's Poppie?
me: Yup! He's coming to have dinner with us. Cool, huh?!
Joey: mm. No he jut doesn't hapt to come to dinner.
me: Joe, thats not nice. Poppie will be very happy to see you.
Joey: no, dat okay ma, he dudn't hab his Nana wit him. We jut gonna hab dinner wit Nonni and my wegular Poppie.

I tried to change the conversation, understanding that even at 3 years old, Joey can sense the absence of his Nana. At a young age, he is aware and uncomfortable with how sad it is to not have her with us anymore...

Poppie: Oh, I think I'll sit here by you Joey, how does that sound?
Joey: Oh yeah, yeah. ...uh, Poppie? Where you Nana at?
Poppie: well, she's not here tonight..
Joey: But why she no here? Oh! Dats wight, she in heaben, huh Poppie?
Poppie: Yes, she is.

I panic when Joey is around Poppie for this very reason. I can see how hard it is for my Poppie to answer him, and to talk about Nana. I feel like each time its upsetting him over and over. My kids the one that won't stop asking where Nana is, every time he sees Poppie without her. Sometimes I wish he were the type to not notice, not think anything of it. To look past the situation and just be focused on silly things. But, that's not Joey. He is sensitive. He's observant. He likes predictability and repetitiveness. He loves his family and he can see that his Poppie isn't the same without his Nana.

Jedut In Da Cage

This morning was especially quiet. It was a late night for all of us last night and Owen and Daddy were still asleep. Joey sat down at the head of the table with his blue blanket and stuffed Blue's Clues dog. The morning sun was glaring through the living room window behind him, filling the room with orange hues and shining right through his golden hair all tossed messily on his sleepy little head. I prepared his cereal and my coffee, and I sat down with him. We had our morning Bible reading which led to a discussion on Easter. I can't wait to celebrate this holiday with him. Last year when we colored Easter eggs, he kept asking for crayons. I tried to explain that you put the eggs in the colored water I had in front of him, but he knew coloring only as waxy crayolas on a clean surface. My sweet, literal boy. He clearly remembers last year so he has been waiting anxiously for it this year.

Me: so bud, do you know what Easter is?
Joey: Yeah! It net week!
Me: you're right, it IS next week. But do you know what happened on Easter?
Joey: oh yeah yeah. Jedut died on da cwoss.
Me: thats true, he did that right before Easter.. and then what happened?
Joey: he taked all my nasty tuff aways and dey put him in da cage..
Me: yeah he wanted to take away our sins so that we all get to go to heaven
Joey: yeah wike Catie Wosie goed to heaben..
Me: thats right! and then after 3 days in his grave, do you know what happened to Jesus?
Joey: mm.. he waked up! and he was wike, GRRMMMM (he shoves his hands forward and up like he was throwing something heavy) and he twowed dat big doow out of da way and got out of his cage
Mom: man, you got it Joe. Thats why we have Easter, because Jesus woke up from the dead so we get to be really happy about it and celebrate together
Joey: yeah, uh huh! but 'top saying "dead," it 'cares me.
Me: ok I won't say it anymore.
Joey: you funny ma
Me: no you're funny!! What color eggs are we gonna make?
Joey: jut da bwue ones and da gween ones and da Eater bunny jut gonna bwing me wike, tons of tings.
Me: he is?
Joey: yeah! wike, a kateboard, and wittle toy piwate, and cany!

A New Bwog

Welcome to the Wieder Boy's blog. I am the proud momma who will be writing this blog. I am the sleepy momma, impatient momma, honest, controlling, silly, overwhelmed, lucky, happy, confused, and over all blessed momma, to Joseph Alan and Owen Anthony. These boys are my life, my everything.

This blog as been asked about, suggested and waited for by a handful of people cause, lets keep it real, the boys are just that cool (yes, I get to brag on my blog about my kids. If this bothers you, I wouldn't suggest following my instagram account). So while they nap and that darn clock ticks away ( I swear it ticks faster when they are sleeping, and slows down when they are awake) I will get this puppy going. My husband suggested I start things off with a disclaimer. I'm not sure if he's scared of my public honesty of what really goes on in a house with 2 boys, 1 dog and a crazy mom all day, or if he's concerned that readers might want 2 boys, 1 dog and turn into a crazy mom one day. So, to make him happy, I'll go with this:

The intentions of this blog are to bring a smile to your face and maybe even a laugh. It is a very open, straight-forward, and truthful look into my life as a stay at home mom and the boy's life as adorable rugrats. It is not a 'How To' guide for motherhood 'cause I have no idea what I'm doing other than just doing what works for OUR family. It is not a 'How To' guide for little boys 'cause they know EXACTLY what they're doing and little boys shouldn't be so mischievous. I(we) will not be held responsible for pregnancies, pet adoptions, markers on the wall, burnt dinners, laundry piles or temper tantrums. We have enough of that to deal with here.

(can you tell I have no idea how to write a disclaimer?)


Now, as Joey would say, "wet da bwogging begin!"

Enjoy!