September 27th

The messes, Kiddo...You make an insane amount of messes.  I'm a slob and I can say this... You drew on the couch and then looked up at me with a really evident level of shame.  We tried to sublimate the shame with yogurt...which you managed to get all over you and the couch.  You asked to go upstairs to cuddle and we stayed there for long enough for me to finagle some clothes on to us (yes, while cuddling...I'm that good.) and then we were off to Grandmom's so I could work.  We stopped and stared at a tanker truck on the way to the car, and even got to touch it!  (See that?  See how I muster excitement over trucks for you?)  You had a very good time with Grandmapa, and took about 50 pictures of your nose while saying "CHEEEESE!" and then hung out with Grandmom and Grandmapa together before I came to take you home.  You fell asleep in the car, so asleep, in fact, that you made it asleep and snoring into bed and stayed asleep for three hours!

You woke up shmuggy, and cuddly and sweet.  We figured out the few ways to keep you happy - coloring, popcicles, seltzer (your reaction to which is hilarious, btw...) and ice cream.  I think I'm not buying those ice cream sandwiches again for a while, Mister.  You really really love them, but have a hard time accepting limits on them, and it's just not worth the fight.   It's not for lack of love...of you OR the ice cream sandwiches. 

Your final act of the day was begging for water and then dumping it all over the chair.  My final act of the day was enforcing your final act being the final act.  You were less than amused.  You're so cranky, Little Bit.  Teeth?  Cold?  What's happening?  All I know for sure is that I'm going to fall asleep the SECOND you do tonight...

September 26th

Oh...my little sickling... You had a bunch of ring-popcicles...drew and destroyed the house...did some puzzles.... Steph's Dad sent us a pretty amazing package and we spent a lot of the day cuddled, watching brand new shows as a result.  It couldn't have come on a better day!  

We went to bed early, but you didn't want to sleep.  You wanted to play with sunglasses...and I wasn't saying no to anything that made you smile today...even when that meant that you wanted to go back downstairs and "WATCH!" some more "BUE (blue) BUS!..." even when you took pumpkin spice M&Ms from hand...You like them, by the way... 

Sweet dreams, Little...I hope you feel a little better tomorrow!

September 25th

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?