Logan's Sunday

It is no secret that I like my sleep. In fact I dread waking up, not that I do not like being awake, I just hate being woke up. Last night I had an awful night of sleeping. Bubba-Bird Dog was allowed in the house. I was trying to be caring to our beloved pet. He rarely comes inside but with the frost warning, I was concerned about his short hair and freezing outside.

By four in the morning I was ready to kill the dog. He would not stop whining. I kicked him outside and struggled to go back to sleep.

A couple hours later and Shawn is up and getting ready for church. My instinct is I am missing church for sleep. Sandra concurs so she can play. Then Logan wakes up.

"Mommy are you sleeping?"

"Yes, are you sleeping?"

"Yes."

"Logan, do you want to go to church?"

"Yes Mommy, I want to go to church."

So a sleepy Mommy, a sad Sandra, and a sweet little Logan go to Mass with Shawn.

Logan is interested in the alter boys today. More correctly he saw an alter girl and was distraught.

"Mommy, why can't it be a boy?"

I immediately point out that of course it can be a boy and tell him to wait for the other helpers, that he will see that one is indeed a boy.

Shawn of course takes this moment of opportunity to try and make me squirm. Insinuating that perhaps Logan will become a priest. While sitting there in Mass I reply to him that there is no way I am at all prepared for my son to become a priest. I am completely and totally prepared with him joining the military, but not the priesthood.

Later on the way home Shawn makes the comment that he believes Logan was being more like his Mommy this morning in seeing a sexist thing occurring. My son only saw girls helping and became immediately perplexed on why a boy couldn't. I think Shawn is right, my three year old is listening a little to much to Mommy during the election year.

Sandra cried randomly today while at church, her brother tried hard too cheer her up. Giving her  hugs and telling her not to cry. Matter of fact he said "Don't cry sissy," so loud that I am sure half the congregation thinks I took her out prior and not checked Logan's diaper but spanked my five year old.

Off and on all day my little man was being super good. He constantly was telling one of us that he loved us, thank you, helping, or playing on his own amazingly. He even wore big boy underwear most of the day.

Even my little girl noticed that her baby brother is no longer a baby and was slightly distraught. She had asked me at one point in time if her baby brother would not need her when he grew up. I told her he will always need his big sister, even if he becomes taller than her. She was happy with this answer and promptly told Logan he will always need her with which  he replied, "Yes sissy!"

My little man is just that, a little man. Logan's Sunday was sweet as I had to come to the terms and realization that he is growing just a little bit each and every day. I am always so proud and encouraging of my daughter to become independent and strong. Watching her grow and hit milestones always brings smiles to my face. Now my baby boy, he appears to be a different story. Today though I realize that this Momma needs to let go so he can grow from my baby boy to my little man.