Choo-choo learns something new

abstract_2008012112-1113int.epsYesterday, Choo-choo and I were playing with a rainbow-colored plastic spring. I’m sure you all know what I am talking about. The Slinky that isn’t a Slinky. I showed Choo-choo how to get the spring to “fall” down each stair by itself. We then reenacted this with his play table and some boxes.

It got me thinking. The not-Slinky is such a simple yet Continue reading “Choo-choo learns something new”

Last days of summer

Is it summer where you are? It is here. Well, it was. It’s autumn now, meteorologically speaking. The temperatures around here say otherwise.

Diesel, Choo-choo, and I have fully taken advantage of the warm, rain-free weather, though we admittedly sweated through quite a lot of it. This is why when we took Choo-choo to the beach the other night, the sun had already set. Continue reading “Last days of summer”

Singing through it all

Choo-choo has been saying a lot of things in sing-song lately. The other night it was: 🎶 “I want to ea-eat din-ner.”🎶 And today:🎶 “Why are we going down the stairs?”🎶 Continue reading “Singing through it all”

Being mindful of my attitudes

So, I told you yesterday about my fun-filled day with Choo-choo. I thought for sure that since we had such a great day, we would naturally have a great night, too.

No such luck.

Yep. We had another long night. Choo-choo woke up and called to me 15 times throughout the night, from midnight to just after 6 AM. I’m not even kidding. I wish I were.

The thing about long, sleepless nights while battling depression is that no sleep equals no peace of mind. Continue reading “Being mindful of my attitudes”

Happy days are here again

Kids PaintingDiesel has been working some long, crazy hours, which leaves me and Choo-choo a lot of Mommy/son play time. However, the amount of playtime depends on Choo-choo’s willingness to cooperate with naptime, meals, teeth brushing, and potty time.

So many times before, things have gone way out of hand in terms of him not wanting to do anything. He would scream, cry, whine. Kick at me or hit me. Literally throw himself on the floor.

I wish I could say I always kept my cool. Continue reading “Happy days are here again”

“No see me!”

Happy little boy playing with his motherSo, I went upstairs to get Choo-choo out of bed after his nap. He heard me walking up the stairs and immediately shouted, “Hi, Momma. You no see me!” Continue reading ““No see me!””