Name Change

Inspired by Silas' favorite phrase these days,
the name of the blog has changed.

It just fits. 

And I ain't ashamed to admit it.
Plus I never really liked the old title. 

 The old site now re-directs to this one.
Please copy & paste and make this new site your new link!

Little Launch

Silas went to mother's day out today for the first time.

The boy has rarely left my side since I birthed him almost 3 years ago.

That's what brought us to this point and also what makes it difficult.

He will be gone for 5 whole hours!

Makes me a tad uneasy.

But this morning as I heard the teachers praying for the kids before they came out to greet them it gave me peace.

And he did great.

At first he repeatedly said my name and that he wanted to go home.

But when I asked for a hug goodbye he quietly said, "Ok Mommy."

He hugged me and I didn't hear any crying as I walked out.

I kicked myself later for forgetting to plant that hidden camera in the classroom so I could sit at home and watch him all day.

Hi, my name is Angie and I'm enmeshed with my child.

Here he is in his rocket ship shirt he requested to wear to school.

(He's pretty excited about rocket ships these days.)

This weekend I'll be making him a stinkin awesome nap mat and hopefully our rocket ship lunchbox we ordered on eBay will get here.

I can't wait to pick him up and see how the day went.
Did I mention I love this kid?


UPDATE:
"School" was a big hit! His teacher said he did great and only told her a few times he was ready to go home. On the way home he told me all about his fun day and got upset when I told him there wasn't school tomorrow.

And for those of you wondering, I was able to do laundry, file our paperwork that had piled up over the past year, feed and play with Mash, eat lunch, and last but certainly not least go to the bathroom in blissful solitude. I think this is gonna be a good thing for both of us!

Crawlage

Madison progresses.

Silas regresses.

Please overlook the stained carpet.
It was freshly vacuumed if that eases the pain.

Venting

I need to get something off my chest.  

Brian is gassy.

I mean the kind of gas that once it hits my nostrils it immediately flips on my anger switch.

Of course once he sees my disgust he immediately apologizes.

But the hint of a smile on his face tells me what he's really saying.

"I'm kinda glad you got to smell my butt air."

And then, as if that little smirk wasn't enough, he sings quietly over my proclamations of disgust:

 I really don't like that song.

P Squared

Some special boys turn two today.
Here's a birthday message from Silas.

(Pay no attention to the bib. His were dirty. He was forced to wear his sister's. The humanity.)

The Bright Side of Today

Today Brian came home to me sobbing on our bed.

It was a bahahahad afternoon. Silas refused to nap and agreed to be the crankiest two year old in the county.

I was angry. Spent. Done.

But this is how the morning went before things got to the brink of insanity.

 

Madison basked in the sun. 

Silas got a haircut. I used two things he can't resist: popsicles and Elmo Potty Time movie.

Here he is serenading me with a song. I can't remember the exact words but it went something like, "Thank you for cutting my hair... Thank you for keeping me groomed...You clean up all the mess...You bath me and wrap me warm in a towel...You tickle me and love me so...Mommy, I appreciate everything you do."

Sorry, I got carried away in a little fantasy there.

He was really screaming at me for taking his picture. 

Bittersweet Victory

Here we are, Sunday night. It looks like we're gonna win.

The only withdrawal symptoms have been trouble falling asleep and waking up extra early. But other than that I think he's surviving.

How did we do it you ask? Well actually it was Silas' idea. I had been telling him all week that in a few days pash was going with his mama back home and it would just be Silas and blanket after that. One time Silas said "ok, pash fly away with his mama." So we decided to go with that.

Friday night we filled up the boy's love tank by taking him to eat pizza and then to an indoor playground and giving him some qt.

When we got home Silas helped Dada put all of his 800 pashes on a big twisty tie. Then Brian snuck away and secretly tied an old pacifier that Silas had never used or seen to the end of a fishing line (This was to be "Mama Pash"). Brian stuck his head out of the upstairs bathroom window and used the fishing pole to lower Mama Pash down and hook the baby pacifiers and make them fly away. It was magical.



It's been a little sad because he does miss his good friend. It pulls at your heart strings when your child looks at you with big heavy tears falling down and a quivering lip saying in a quiet voice "I need pash pweeeeeeze?" and then genuinely cries (and we're not talking the typical 2 year old whine). And then there was the time he told me he needed to talk to Baby Mashon about "Baby Mashon give Silas pink pash."

But other than the occasional moments of mourning and a little difficulty adjusting to falling asleep without it, it hasn't been terrible. I hope it stays that way.