The last time I checked, it was May. And then I blinked and now it's, like, July. Almost August. I am a terrible blogger.
Jack and I are moving in with Randall. We will all be living together, with the weiner dog, in a place we found this last weekend. It is an adorable home and as much as moving sucks donkey balls, I'm excited to get settled in our new home. All together. Things are so, incredibly, deeply good.
Jack started his new daycare last week, after returning from his dad's house to find his new room all set up (we're briefly living with Randall in his place - a long boring story that doesn't affect a whole lot). Oh god, I felt guilty. Yes, I know we're doing the right thing and I feel good about his new daycare, our new house, and our new co-habitation situation. I feel really, really good about it. But I feel insanely guilty about the uprooting. Jack has had so much change in his short 2 years.
The first two days of daycare he cried when we left. Then it got better over the next few. This morning he went right to his teacher, gave me a kiss goodbye and then waved at me as I drove away, his little nose pressed up against the window, his dimples deepening with his big grin.
This child, oh my god, this child. He is a trooper. He sleeps in his own bed in his new room, he asks for big hugs, he asks for Randall and the weiner dog and tells me loves me all the time. He also tells yogurt, the couch and his tricycle that he loves them, but I can tell he probably loves me more.
Of course he is challenging and is testing boundaries like any healthy 2-year old, but I have never met a sweeter boy. I am so thankful that he is mine, that he is growing up okay so far, even though I'm not always patient, sometimes I give him hot dogs for breakfast and try to coerce him into watching Elmo so I can doze on the couch for another half hour. He is growing up to be more wonderful than I ever could have imagined, in spite of my flaws. His resiliance, humor and goodness are astounding and inspiring. I only hope I can be the mother he deserves.
You are and you will always be the mother he deserves!
What is the name of weiner dog? I used to have one of these in Mexico that Jim "loved".
XOXOXOX
Posted by: Carmen | August 06, 2009 at 09:40 AM