Life gets in the way

 

As you can plainly see I haven't been keeping up with this to the degree I had hoped to. I'll attribute that to life keeping me occupied. The upside for me is that I have no shortage of things to say rather than trying to come up with something that might entertain anyone reading this. 

I figure I should also explain the picture I put in today. M thinks diapers on the head are hilarious. He thinks it's even better if his daddy or I put one on our heads too. I managed to get a few pictures of M and my other half goofing around with the diapers on their heads and I had to edit and post it. I didn't put the joint picture up. I sent it to family and posted it on Facebook. I've pushed the limits of  sharing those photos. Since I generally like my husband and actually want to keep him I have to stop sharing those pictures. So, if you haven't seen them you will have to trust me. They are the funniest pictures I have ever taken. Ever. Ridiculously funny. Made better since it was obvious they were both having a great time during their diaper head bonding.

M has settled in to day care life well. This week he canned the drama and is simply going in the door and settling himself just like he would at home. C says he's the helper and a good friend. He'll share unless it's really important to him and he takes care of the baby dolls. He likes to turn the lights on and off when anyone is going to be changed and he likes to sit on the potty while the other boys get changed. 

Here's how I know he's comfortable and likes being with C. As I mentioned before, we get written updates every day letting us know what he did. Here was his update Thursday "keep removing my drawers and sitting on my potty. Never know if M's going to have his pants on!" 

This is exactly what it's like at home too. One minute he's dressed, the next minute he has no pants on. They can usually be found in the garbage can since, logically, that's where dirty diapers go. It's one of the best games going. He takes them off, we retrieve them and try to get them back on. Every parent who's done the naked bum chase knows it's fruitless. The pants are going to be off 3 seconds later, as soon as you turn your back. The only thing you can do is let them enjoy their moment and pray there are no bodily functions on the carpet. Those can happen in the kitchen, on the linoleum, where it's easy to clean up. Don't think I'm unrealistic. I've seen the wet line on my carpet where he obviously marked his territory. I simply continue to hope that if he's going to have any major accidents, I'll get lucky and he'll go in the kitchen. Where the linoleum is. The really ugly linoleum that is going to go one day so who really cares what happens to it now.

Off I go now, back to life which is sure to distract me from my next intended post. I'll get to it eventually though.

Daycare

I have no way to express the feelings I'm having about M being in day care. On the one hand, I have the supreme guilt when I drop him off. This is reinforced by M having a total meltdown when I try to put him down once we reach C's house. Who knew my child was part Monkey. I had no idea he had these climbing skills. He can scale me from the floor to my shoulder in 2 seconds flat if I'm trying to get him to go down so I can leave. I have to do the drop and run as I listen to him wail all the way to my car. C promises me that he only cries for a minute or two. I have to believe her.

The flip side of this is the joy of being by myself. Even if it is only for 5 minutes on the way to the office. It's 5 minutes of me time. There's no one else in the car, I can sing, I can scream, I can simply enjoy the quiet. It is freeing. It's needed. I have forgotten myself. I have forgotten what it's like to have moments thinking of nothing but myself. There is no worrying about what my son needs/wants. There is no cleaning or worrying about what the house looks like before my other half gets home. I'm not trying to figure out what I'm going to make for dinner or what's going to be packed in to everyone's lunches. There is no pressure from anyone else in those moments between daycare and the office. It's just me and even though it's only been 2 days, they have been very clear moments.

So, here's my M story for the day. C, the woman who runs the daycare he goes to, is amazing. Yesterday was an art day and he came home with a lovely finger painted picture with his hand prints on it. He also gets to come home every day with a paper that tells me everything he did for the day What he ate, how long he napped and what they did/played. Yesterday his paper said that Micah put the baby doll in a high chair and fed her crackers during lunch. He also got to watch Sesame Street because it's his favorite. Today his sheet said that it was dress up day and M was a pink butterfly and he was beautiful. He was beautiful. When I walked in to pick him up he came running in head to toe pink. Pink slippers, pink full body suit, big pink butterfly wings. His little daycare buddy was wearing a lovely purple full body tutu and he looked just as lovely. Apparently C had let them pick what they wanted from the dress up box and this was the result.

My first question (obviously) was whether or not she had pictures. Because, really, when am I ever going to see my son dressed up as a little pink butterfly? My second question was how the heck to get it off. He was quite determined to leave it on. We did eventually convince him to take it off. I wouldn't have minded taking a pink butterfly home but I wasn't sure I'd ever get it off him once we were home.

So, his day was full. He was happy when I picked him up. He is napping with no fuss while he is there and he is eating well. Oh, and he's learning new words which means he obviously respects/likes C because, although he is a talker, he is not a talker around people he doesn't like. I guess that I can suck it up in the mornings and recognize the drama for what it is. As long as he continues to be a happy little boy when I pick him up not much else matters.