For the first time, I’m pretty sure, since Korbin’s come home we went shopping for clothes for MOMMY! Seriously, this kid has some many clothes and here I am rotating through about 12 shirts, a dress, 2 skirts, and pants for the work week. So Friday was the day I knew I was okay, fine, and happy blowing through a hundred bucks or so for clothes so I can bring some 2009 into my 1996 wardrobe. I decided to brave a woman’s clothing store with a two year old boy who had no toys and no stroller or otherwise restrictive device. So, this was quite interesting…I told Korbin that we were shopping and we were going to find Grammy some clothes too. As I picked out a couple shirts for my mom he was holding them to ‘help.’ As we moved to another turnstile of clothes there was a woman looking at clothes as well. As loudly as possible, Korbin says, ‘hey, that, that, that LADY is touching grammy’s clothes!!!’ Apparently we had put dibbs on the whole store and this random woman had the audacity to look and dare touch grammy’s clothes. The second funny was when I decided that I would actually try on the clothes and not just gather an unsaid amount, drive home, and hope for the best. As I try on clothes (with a very verbal little boy), he said, ‘hey, I wanna take my shirt off.’ After explaining that this store doesn’t have boys clothes, just mommy clothes, he was okay keeping his clothes on. I tried on a dress and Korbin said, ‘momma, now you can spin.’ You can tell he spends his day around 2-3 year old little girls who just want to spin. All in all this was definitely worth the trouble, ’cause mamma got some new clothes. WooHoo.
It’s 5am, who wants Elmo?
That was pretty much our morning today. I was so bummed to get back to work today but I was really glad I didn’t have to go in until later. That is until a certain someone had plans this morning. Let me rewind…Korbin fell asleep at 7:11 pm in the car on the way home from dinner last night and stayed zonked out until approximately 5 this morning when I heard a yelling down the hall of Korbin saying, “mama, hey, I’m aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhwaaaaaaake!’ I runstumble into his room and he says, ‘hey, mama, I’m waked up.’ I run him into the potty and I said, ‘baby, it’s too early.’ He said, ‘ummm, NO, it is not, it’s time for Ellllmo.’ I put on the cable demand channel and attempt to fall asleep in my bed. Yeah, that was a sad attempt at an additional hour. After Elmo, there were tears, but I knew he/I needed to get more rest. He finally fell asleep and then I popped up about 15-20 min later and had to weasel out of bed to grab my only possible moment at a shower. While drying off I hear the trash truck outside and the pitter patter of little feet in the hallway. I open the bathroom door to have Korbin say, ‘whoa, that truck is clooooose to me.’ I can’t help but smile, even though I would have happily given numerous dollars for an hour of peaceful, uninterrupted sleep. Oh well, maybe another day.
My grammy’s great!
Today once Korbin woke from his nap I told him we were going to be visiting great grandmama. He was so excited and said, ‘yeah, she called me.’ When we got there (she is in a senior/nursing home) he loved being the cutest little man on campus. I think all the older people love his youth and energy. He seems to brighten so many of their faces I really should bring him more often. In between his all boy silliness I begin to ‘quiz’ him. My grandmother loves his little voice so it is so cute to see her response to his answers. I asked, how old are you (2), and how old am I (16), how old is grammy (16), and how old is great grandmama (16), who is my mom (grammy), and who is she to me- I point to my grandmother; Korbin’s response is, “I know your grammy’s great.” I almost lost it. Apparently he thinks we’ve given her this title of greatness and doesn’t so much get the multi-generational piece of it. I love this age sometimes!
Adopting Again
So I am considering/researching which route I would like to consider for my second one. I’m thinking domestic placement for an infant. The thought of having a birthmother involved in my child’s life isn’t so scary anymore. I don’t know if that is the best decision, because, if I only have two Korbin would have no relationship with his bios and this second one would/could have calls, emails, and photos from his bios. Would he feel slighted by this, would he care, would he feel hurt, alone, left out? It’s the whole fear of the unknown. I want what is best for him and I don’t want him to feel one situation is better than the other. I know a lot of what he may feel would be determined by my take on it and how big of a deal I make of it or not. But still, I’m concerned with the what if and the maybes and the I don’t knows. All of this is up in the air until January so I have plenty of time to worry/think.
Recent Korbin Funnies
So that I’ll actually remember some of the cute things Korbin says, I have a funny saying update…so we are driving home from school/work last week and Korbin is having a mild freak out session about chocolate. (Why did I give in to the whole idea of one piece of chocolate on the way home?!?) So he’s asking over and over, and over, and over for another one chocolate and I said, Korbin! When we get home you can have another one, we are not home, we are driving right now. To which Korbin said, maaaaam, just ignore me. Really? I was speechless. This kid of mine is a hoot!
