Oh brother Braxton!

So last night Braxton was up WAY later than the rest of us, which is actually quite normal. Usually this just means he gets down every toy in effort to entertain himself. We also hear him singing to the cd that he replays over and over. There are times we hear him talking to a friend named Fabi Du -- not sure on the spelling since this in fact an imaginary friend.

Still last night was even better than most. He kept coming into our room to find out the whereabouts on every stuffed animal (like I actually knew), wanting me to hear his newest song on the electric guitar and asking me to open green playdoh. On one of these visits I smelled something. I thought about where I knew this sweet scent. As he approached my bed, (for who knows what reason) I realized that it was my Aussie aerosol hairspray. Judging from his hair, I would be lucky to have any the next morning. That was my only thought before closing my eyes and falling deep asleep.

Then he asked, "Mom can you get me a snack?" In exhaustion, I just said "Braxton you know where the snacks are." Believe me the boy rearranges my pantry nearly everyday as he says "I am just looking for something yummy for my tummy." He leaves. I roll over knowing it will be about three minutes before I am awake again. Sure enough I was right. I hear the loudest shout of excitement and pictured Braxton jumping up and down as he found the perfect midnight snack. I thought to myself that maybe that would be the end of the interruptions. Right again!

Then the real fun was waking up in the morning and seeing that Braxton found my peanut butter pie, dug out all of the Reese's cups and tried his best to get at the Oreo crust. I giggled and wished I would have got out of bed to help him. That wouldn't be the last of my regrets.

As I was getting my little one ready for church, I knew this morning would be especially challenging. Another Sunday with Lee at work and I felt sick. Then Braxton turned the corner of the hall. As soon as I saw him I knew getting him to his Sunday best was going to be work! Every hair on his hair was matted to his head. He must have added more spray! We talked about getting in the bath and he made a fearful expression (which was actually humorous with the hairspray residue that stiffened the skin on his forehead). He absolutely hates washing his hair in the first place and now that it was tangled into a pokey mess we were both dreading the task!

I had done plenty of laughing early on but now I was really wishing I would have spent the extra time with him late last night, even if I was both sick and tired. Lesson learned!