Xander the Sweetie Pie

You know, some days I just want to duct tape that kid to the wall. It would make life easier. Because if you hear the fridge open, you're likely to find an entire container of parmesan cheese on the floor. It might trail into the living room. Let me tell you, vacuuming up parmesan cheese makes a weird smell in the house. He gets it "because I was very hungry!" One day last week, Aaric got out the pickles and Xander dumped the jar. Sure that one was an accident. Still. Yesterday, Aaric made eggs for breakfast. Thing is, he forgot to put them back in the fridge. Xander... well, he gets some weird pleasure out of seeing eggs splat onto the floor. So, yeah.
But he can also be the sweetest kid ever.
Every time we're driving away from church, I ask the kids what they did and learned. Lately, Xander hates Sunday School and Awana but loves Music & Missions, because they sing a song that goes, "I'm a little love bug" which is super cute. So when we get to church, he just wants to go to "the Love Bug class." Wednesday night is Music & Missions, so dropoff actually went well. Hooray! So, left church, and I was asking the kids all about their night, when suddenly, Xander realizes something... "Mama!! What'd you do in church tonight!?" He suddenly realized that I always ask them, but they never ask me. I think that was the first time in 9.5 yrs of parenting that a kid has ever asked me what I did at church! I also think he just wondered what on earth I do while they're in class. Like, "how ever does she survive without us around!? Surely she's not capable of life with no kids around! Or maybe she napped?" Anyway, I told him I went to my "money class." (Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University) That wasn't enough for him. "What'd you do there?" I told him we watched a DVD and read in our books. "What's your book? Can I see?" So, I reached back onto the floorboard and grabbed my big, hardback book, and handed it to him. Copying my usual tone when looking at the papers he colored, he holds it carefully while opening it up and says, "Oh, where's the pages? Show me what you do!"

So. Cute. My sweet baby boy just wanted to hear all about what I do while he's off singing about being a little love bug. Oh, I also peeked back into his classroom and watched him play his instrument while they marched around in a circle singing the song. I just looked it up, and find that this instrument is the "crow sounder." Never knew that. Google it, you'll see. You know what it is, you just never knew what it was called.

Also, he's finally learned to recognize and draw the letter X. He drew it for me one afternoon, just because he was doodling and decided to do it all on his own. Then the next morning, he woke up, and the light comes in through the window and shines on the wall, and the crossbeams in the window make a shadow of an X, and he's sitting there beating on my face exclaiming, "look Mama, it's a X! It's a X! Wake up, look! "Mama, a X!" Over and over.

Well, I'd babble on for a while longer about how cute he is, but see, I've now been sitting here at the desk for a few minutes, which means there's probably some disaster that will require an hour of cleaning in the other room, caused by him. He's lucky he's cute.