Boy

This is a very old picture, but I need it to remind me of how adorable and sweet my son is. Because right now I'm not feeling it.

This morning while I was loading up the washing machine Jameson crawled into his bed. I went into his room and laid down with him. We talked and cuddled for a few minutes, then he hopped up and climbed down, and told me in his fake-serious voice that I should stay there. He rambled around the house for a few minutes then came back to the bed, we read a book, then got up. I went to the bookshelf by his door for my glasses.

They weren't there. I was pretty sure that's where I had put them, so I looked around on the floor, in the shelves, and asked Jameson to help me look. We ended up spending 45 minutes looking for my glasses. I put in my contacts so I could see while we searched. I kept asking Jameson where he put my glasses, and he would always tell me that he had put them exactly where I was looking. Or he would tell me that the garbage truck took them. So I looked in the garbage cans. Nope.

I was getting very frustrated and tried to calm down, telling Jameson that he is not in trouble, that I was not mad, I just need to know where the glasses are. "Garbage truck"

I did, during this time, get a decent amount of angry cleaning done. I sorted his toys as I searched each box, I dusted the shelves as I looked behind the books, and I swept as I moved the couch.

And that's where I found the glasses. Most of them, at least. I found the frame, with one lens, dropped in the gap between the two couches and the table. One arm was bent at the hinge and that lens was missing. I showed this to Jameson, and he managed now to tell me that he tried to wear the glasses and they broke, and he tried to fix them. I told him that he was not in trouble, but he's not allowed to touch mommy's glasses any more. And where was that missing lens?

He insisted that he had broken and fixed the glasses on the rug in the living room, and eventually we found the lens under a chair. Amazingly, it wasn't scratched, and I was able to get it back in the frame. They still feel 'wrong' when I wear them, but they're usable.

I'm not actually upset about the glasses. If it happens again, I will be. But it is so upsetting to realize that my little baby is old enough to lie and evade to avoid getting caught and getting in trouble. I don't want him to grow up!