You guys, two really amazing things happened this weekend!
First off, yesterday, Diesel, Choo-choo, and I went to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving. I decided I wanted to try driving again, especially since my parents don’t live so far away that I wouldn’t be able to handle it. There was just one issue: Choo-choo was going to be in the car with us.
Many, many times have I sat in my therapist’s office in tears explaining to her my deep-seeded fears of driving while my son is in the car. I’ve had near panic attacks at the thought.
But then I decided Continue reading “Progress, Progress, Progress!”
My bed is calling to me right now. Choo-choo kept me up for two and a half hours in the middle of the night. No matter how many times I rocked him, sang to him, cuddled with him, and gave him hugs and kisses, he just wouldn’t lie in his bed for longer than ten or so minutes without yelling for me again.
I was angry and frustrated about it. I mean, come on. He deprived me of nearly three hours of desperately needed sleep.
Then I started to think. Continue reading “Late night revelation”
This past weekend, Diesel, Dodge, Choo-choo, and I went up to a vintage truck show held at a car museum. We had stacks and stacks of books to keep Choo-choo occupied for the hours-long drive there and back. We also had several toys. He had plenty to keep him busy, including his best friend Dodge. Continue reading “Busy boys, busy days”
Choo-choo and I were in his room the other night, about to get him ready for bed. He wanted hugs, so we wrapped our arms around each other and held on tight. Unfortunately, Continue reading “In the arms of my baby”
On Sunday, I helped Choo-choo make a Father’s Day present for Diesel. We used crayons, markers, ink pads, stickers, and glue for the letters. For once, I was finally able to Continue reading “Father’s Day joy”
Choo-choo’s idea of sharing his crayons with Diesel and me is to hand us a color of his choice, let us use it in his book for about fifteen seconds, then scream at us and snatch it back, with “You no use that!”
Now, this is the same child who will happily share his toys with other children. He might even share his toys with us, too, when we play with him, but usually only when he chooses which ones we are allowed to have. I have no idea what this is about.
One day, all three of us were coloring in one of Choo-choo-s activity books. He’d already swiped about seven colored wax sticks from me by this point, and Continue reading “Sharing is caring… unless you’re a toddler”
My love for my son is a huge factor in me doing my best to get better. I want to be healthy not just for me, but for him, too. I want him to grow up knowing I love him more than I have ever loved anyone. Continue reading “I believe in a thing called love”