Sunshine (of Sorts)

We were outside playing today and the boy discovered a patch of dandelions. He loves dandelions, and thinks that they are beautiful. Every time he sees them he says how lovely they are and picks some as a 'present' for me. This means that we now have a pot of sunny dandelions in the house. They may be called a weed, but when the boy picks them for me, I'll pretend they're really flowers.

The boy thought I would love these beautiful 'flowers'

Interruptions

"Mummy, do you like the flower I drew?"

"Mummy, is it o.k. if I come upstairs?" (said while already upstairs)

"Mummy, the dogs are barking."

"Mummy, can you come and turn on my ladybug light?"

"Mummy look, I got my socks on."

What do all of these have in common? They are all things that the boy deemed so important he had to come and tell me while I was in the bathroom. I really need to remember to lock the door.

Stages in life...

My sister-in-law had a little boy not that long ago. He's absolutely adorable, and has that great new baby smell. While I was holding him the other day it made me have those "aww, I miss when..." feelings.

We've been having some weeks around here that are great, some not so great, and others that make me wonder if I'm going to make it through the week at all. So when I get to hold a newborn that has yet to speak, doesn't have a stubborn streak, and isn't independent to nth degree it makes me miss that stage. Then I remember the cluster feeds, the sleepless nights, and the complete helplessness, and maybe I don't really miss that.

One of my favourite authors, Neil Gaiman, posted some advice for new parents, and the best line he wrote “And as they get older, the nature of the shit will change.” And it's so true. So while I'm frustrated some days with the boy, I have to remember, that no matter what age or stage he is there will always be shit of one kind or another no matter how young or old he is. So I will enjoy each and every part. Or at least try and block out the really really bad days.

Trip to the dentist

The boy had a successful dentist visit today, so that meant a trip to their 'treasure box'.

Funny what catches his eye.

I am so proud of my monster

I was talking to the boy today about contributing to some Easter Baskets that a group at my church is making for a family with 4 kids that is really struggling right now.

I mentioned that we would be putting some treats in that we had so that the kids might have something sweet to enjoy. The boy then volunteered to give up his candy that he had been given recently in a loot bag and as a present so that the kids could have something else in their Easter Baskets. My heart melted at that moment. I am so proud.