I bet you read that title and thought, "Oh, she's MET someone!" with little stars in your eyes on my behalf. NOT. No, no, even BETTER than that, about a million times so. I have fallen in love with Owen all over again; what a blessed relief, because for awhile there I was looking at him thinking, "Um, okay, I know I am supposed to love you, but you are really kind of annoying the shit out of me. And I hate your dad, and I wish you didn't look so much like him, but at least he isn't ugly..." So of course we all know that my feelings toward Owen were REALLY the things I was feeling about his dad, right? Wrong. There was a little of that there, but not directed at Owen. No, basically I decided that he was really kind of a deadbeat there for awhile-just kind of hanging around and needing so much attention! Like three puppies all at the same time, only without the cuddly little benefits.
****I will add here that sleep deprivation for both of us probably caused a lot of these feelings. With a combo of different tactics brought about by desperation, he has slept ALL night for almost a week now!****
He is nearly two, so most if this is just normal stuff. One of the huge blessings of being an older parent, though, is that it has allowed me to relax about a lot of different things. Like he loves eggs SO much; like, obsessively. So the other night he opened the fridge (which I didn't know he could do. I know now.) and got out the carton of eggs. Of course, I had just brought it home from the store. Of course we lost most of them. But where I am at now is, "Oh wow, great, we saved 8 of them! Cool!" and he helped me clean it up. I don't know why this made me start falling in love with him again, but there you go. In the days since, he has just been unbearably sweet; and the other three kids AND his dad have all noticed as well, which means it isn't just mother love.
Some days-well, we all know how it is; some days we would rather go bungee jumping naked without a cord than go home to our kids ( or maybe that was one of those thigns I should have kept to myself?) but have to say that today, I am actually looking forward to it. Damn, I am SO lucky!
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This made me smile and feel good.
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Enjoy them when they are little. He sounds so cute!
Not long after, I heard a strange cracking noise, and got up to investigate. He was sitting on the carpeted kitchen floor, with the biggest grin on his face... with grape jelly, ketchup, mustard... and an entire dozen eggs (broken of course)covering both him AND the floor. But oh my gosh, what an irresistible laugh! I can still hear it...
And how did he get out of his crib? He had figured out how to take one of the rungs out... and just slipped out. He was so proud of himself.
Anyway... I know just what you meant in this story. I didn't really have time to tell you this little quip yesterday, but thanks for reminding me about it.
Kate is so right about just needing a break sometimes; I haven't felt that with Hunter so much, but after Andy was born I was seriously sleep-deprived and living with really ignorant in-laws, and while I never wanted to hurt him there were days I wanted to put him in the shed and just go to sleep for the rest of the day, lol. He was up every two hours, day and night, like clockwork for the first 3 months. After that he generously gave me about 2&1/2 hours for the next three months. Then three hours. At about 9 months old he finally slept through the night. Sometimes.
Anyway, thanks for sharing such an adorable moment of motherhood. It makes my day brighter!