My noisy boy

My son is very loud. Everything he does is loud.

He slams his pretend vacuum into anything on the floor, especially doors and baseboards, as he “cleans” the living room. He shouts as he plays with his just as loud or even louder toys. I don’t think a day goes by when Choo-choo doesn’t drop all his toys from his bed into one large pile, each car, truck, and train slamming onto the others with a crash.

“Mom!” he screams to me from the other room. “I making noise!” Continue reading “My noisy boy”

The two loves of my life

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”

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”

Train rides and swirly slides

Family Written In Plastic Kids Letters

Choo-choo, Diesel, and I had a super fun family day yesterday. In celebration of Choo-choo doing better with his potty training, my husband and I took him to another train museum a few hours away from us.

It was all our kid had talked about for the past three days. He asked about going every night and again in the morning. He asked if we were there yet the entire drive despite many assurances we weren’t even close. Choo-choo just could not contain his excitement.

Once there, we Continue reading “Train rides and swirly slides”

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”