School day. Monkey has actually been quite effectively present over the past few days, so I was happy to see you hold him the whole way to school and keep him in your hands when we went in. You break my heart with your deep breaths and sniffs and swallowed cries as you say byebye. I stood outside your room for about five minutes this time. You were sad for about one of those minutes. Apparently, as I well up and do everything in my power to not completely break down, you ask for a cookie and wander off to play. You had a great day! You had a fire drill and didn't get upset at the break of pattern...you played all day with no real incident! And...while you didn't hold monkey at all throughout the day, you also didn't get upset. I don't actually care if it's coincidental or not, I'm calling it related and a success. With monkey related success under our belts, we decided to drop a monkey off for Steph, who is going away for a few days. You slept hard in the car on the way to West Philly and back to Grandmom and Grandmapa's, and it's a good thing you did because you played HARD with Papa while I was in session. You're now officially calling him Papa, and even looked for and pointed to him when a little girl at the play ground called her Papa. Oh you two... Such beautiful men I've got in my world...beautiful inside and out.
We came home to lots of circle drawings and a whole new level of obsessionality around vehicles. Tonight you (we!) slept with your giant truck. Mister, you wouldn't let me touch it! "NO!" Trucks... I suppose it's no more intense than my thing with stuffed animals was when I was little, but I created all sorts of stories about each of them, and they surrounded me in bed for specific reasons. Could you have a story about the cars and trucks?
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