Jimmie Stories Part II

Story #1: I was laying in bed yesterday, having an hour snooze when Jimmie walks in quietly (he was supposed to be napping himself but instead played trains in his room without me noticing). He laid down next to me and then proceeded to lift up my...we'll call it my "under shirt." He then started to touch my tummy and kind of press on it as if he were giving me some little tummy massage or something. He pulled down my shirt after a minute or two and then said, "Mom, will you make my tummy feel better now?" So, I pulled up his shirt and did the same thing to his tummy. He had his eyes closed and was trying desperately not to laugh. Finally, he opened his eyes and said, "Okay, Mom it's your turn again." We continued this same pattern for five minutes or so and then he asked, "Mom, can I make your 'boo-boos' (yes, as in boobie, breast, whatever you want to call it) feel better now?" I tried to hold in a chuckle and said, "Um, no I think Mom's booboos are okay for now. How about my back?" He was not satisfied with my attempt at distracting him from the ever exciting "booboos" so he said, "Well, can I just see them?" In an attempt to not make things awkward (ie: I never want to be the mom who makes their sons or daughters feel ashamed or embarrassed about their body or my body or nudity in general. Not that I want them parading around in the nude...but I don't want to make an issue out of a non-issue). I pulled down my shirt just a bit and said, "See, there are Mommy's booboos. But they are private so how about you make Mommy's back feel better now?"
To my great relief he relented and I was able to distract him and focus on making Mommy's back feel better.

Story #2: I asked Jimmie to come to my room and play trains in the bathroom while I put on my make-up...so I could be with him. Max was having his morning nap and I wanted to enjoy the precious one on one time with James. Essentially, I was trying to kill two birds with one stone: put on my make-up and be with Jimmie (even though I wasn't actively participating with him).
He said, "No, Mom. I don't like you."
"But Jimmie, that makes me sad when you say that. It is rude to say that to Mom"
After a moments thought he replied, "Um, I don't like you please?"

A few of you asked how I received free tickets to the museum. Click HERE.
Find the pdf file on the bottom of the page, fill it out, and send it in. The C.M. of Phx gives out 25,000 tickets a year!? I just explained (on the form) that b/c of the floundering economy and the fact that my husband is in real estate our budget just wouldn't allow us to spend 30 dollars for us to visit the museum. I got ten tickets in the mail within two weeks of filling out the form.