So, have I mentioned that we’ve hit the mine stage with the little munchkin? I knew it already, but it hadn’t really affected ME until last night. He has said it plenty of times to his brothers and dad, his cousins, his friends and even his grandmother. But, never to me! I mean, he just wouldn’t. I’m his beloved mama!
Or at least so I thought!
I was laying with the little guy to help him fall asleep (I know, please no comments about trying another method of getting baby to sleep — this is my THIRD kid and believe me when I say we’ve tried them all — I figure he is my last one and if I want to lay with him till he goes to sleep, then that’s okay, but there I go digressing again) when I suddenly felt thirsty. And, then I started to cough just a little. With no other drink in sight, I grabbed the almost asleep one’s sippy cup of water from the night stand and proceed to quench my thirst.
The next thing I know, he is springs to a sitting position and grabs his cup from me, proclaiming, “mine!”
I asked him if it was okay that Mummy have a sip to which he answers again, “mine” and clambers over it to put it back on the night stand! Then he lies back down, tucks himself under the blanket, sights and falls asleep, leaving me with a chuckle and an expression of sheer bewilderment!
Any advice on the “mine” stage would be very much appreciated!