Adventures in Bennionland

It was so nice yesterday to cuddle up with Walker and enjoy his rest time. When he was struggling to find sleep again this afternoon I thought, ‘Why not?’ and cuddled him back up.

Why not, right? I mean, three year-olds are known for their consistency – right?

I wrapped him up and started combing his hair. After about five minutes he started telling me a story. I figured the combing wasn’t working so I stepped up my game – rubbing his back. Nope. About five minutes into that I brought out the big gun – rubbing the edge of his blanket around his face in slow, rhythmic circles. Nope.

Then he rolled over and looked me.

“I love you Mom. You’re my best girl.”
Plants a kiss on my cheek.
“Oh, I love you too Walks.”
“I love you too Mom. You’re my favorite.”
He leans over to kiss my other cheek.
“Awww…thanks Walker.”
“I’m going to kiss your arm.”
“Ok.”
He plants a kiss on my elbow.
“I love your arm Mom.”
“Thanks Walker.”
“You’re my favorite Mom.”
“Thanks Walker.”
“I’m going to kiss your foot Mom.”
“Um, no. That’s ok Walks. But thanks.”
“No Mom. I’m gonna kiss your foot.”
“Ok. Then cuddle up.”
Sits up, climbs to the end of the bed and kisses my foot.
“You’re my favorite mom Mom.”
“Uh huh.” (I’m trying not to fall asleep)
Walker is still sitting at the end of the bed looking at my foot, particularly my chipped nail polish.
“Mom, when William and I take you to the Doctor for your foot you need to be brave.”
“Um, ok.”
“And they might need to take your foot off but I’ll hold it on for you.”
“Oh. Well that might hurt.”
“Be brave Mom. Like William and I are when we are at the Doctor’s.”
“Ok.”
“And Mom?”
“Yes Walks?”
“When you die and go to heaven, I can get a new mommy right?”