My son Choo-choo absolutely loves to play “Red Light, Green Light.” You know the one, where someone calls out “green light” and you all run then they call out “red light” and everyone stops. We also do “yellow light” because Momma sometimes needs it to slow down a bit. (Long gone are my sprinting without abandon days.) Continue reading “Games we play”
As I write this, Choo-choo and Diesel are in the other room playing (loudly!) and having fun. (Though I’m not sure how fun it is for my husband when our son keeps taking all the toys away from him…)
I love times like this when they can bond with each other. Even though Continue reading “The two loves of my life”
Diesel 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”
So, 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!””