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Always, Always

fullsizeoutput_ddLittle Guy had a tough adjustment to our move.  We have a special formula we (mainly me) follow each day to keep him comfortable and happy.  In addition to his five sets of eye-drops of three medications, we shower him with affection and praise each night before bedtime.  It does not guarantee he will sleep through the night, but it has been proven effective.  There is nothing that warms my heart more than watching Mad Dog make over Little Guy.  It is the sweetest.

Little Guy gets a lot of leeway during the day.  He is allowed to be cranky.  He is allowed to be snippy.  He is allowed to beg and whine for food at the table.

He can do anything he wants.

Most of the time he chooses to nap.  This makes it easy for everyone.

I am surprised at how unquestioning my devotion is to him.  I do not judge him for his cranky missteps.

He has followed me around enough through the five years we’ve had him to earn this loyalty.

He shows me what love can teach us.

Be true, be loyal and you will always, always be loved.

Reminding mom to pack her favorite accessory.


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It’s that time of year again.  Mad Dog and I are setting off on our annual cruise.  It’s amazing how much more patience you have for your children and laundry when you know in a few days you will be sailing across the ocean.   Oh, and like I told my good friend, the prospect of unlimited champagne mojitos helps, too!

I will return next week and I’m sure I will have some stories to share.  Thanks for reading my little blog.  I appreciate it.

Bon Voyage!

On South Beach in Miami where our first cruise launched.
children, mommyhood, tantrums

The Messy End

Full Speed and I were in the middle of a serious debate at breakfast. “If your mind tells your body what to do (he learned this in Tae Kwon Do as the definition of self-control), then what tells your mind what to do?”

“Well, your mind knows what’s in your heart and that’s how it knows what to do,” says me.

I could tell the heart concept was not falling in his realm of understanding. I could sense a complicated course of reasoning about to happen.

Full Speed looks at me a little blankly and says, “Maybe my ears tell my mind what to do.”

“Yes, that’s it exactly, Full Speed. Your ears tell your mind which tells your body what to do,” I ramble out hoping this ends the debate. Thankfully, he is happy with this explanation and we move on with our day.

Mad Dog takes Full Speed to school while T.Puzzle and I are left behind. The window on my truck busted yesterday and I now have to wait for the service center to call me and send over a shuttle to pick me up.

I decide to take advantage of my time at home and delve into the first chore on my to-do list. I have a basket full of dirty laundry hooked under one arm and a gaggle of hangers in the other. T.Puzzle is on my heels as I head to the stairs to make my way down to the laundry room.

“Hold my hand!” he demands.

“I can’t right now, Mommy’s hands are full,” I reply.

Well, he is having none of that. He melts down into a level seven tantrum that lasts over twenty minutes (I timed it). I decide the best thing to do is to ignore it. At about eighteen minutes in I contemplate talking to him and giving him some choices between stopping crying and watching a show of his choice, or sending him to his room if the crying continues. I decide that talking to him may only increase the tantrum’s intensity and opt to continue to ignore him.

I’m glad I waited it out even if my nerves were frayed to the edge of snapping. He stops. There’s no particular reason why. He placidly comes down the stairs and looks up at me with sad, sad eyes.

“I pooped,” he says.

“Of course you did,” I say.

How is it that even if you can get your tantrum-prone child to finally calm down, that you still find yourself up to your elbows in poop?

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The Sick Card

I know that motherhood is not always a cake-walk. You have to suffer through the bad to get to the good stuff. My challenge today is that as of lately with little T.Puzzle, there only seems to be a whole lot of suffering (for him and for me) and very little good. He has been sick on and off since Thanksgiving. I’m keeping him home again from school hoping this will help get him back on track. He is clearly feeling surly. The only thing that consistently is keeping him happy are DVDs of Thomas the Train. If he is not watching Thomas he is mad, defiant and dropping level 9 tantrums all over the place.

I don’t know what to do. I’m trying to be extra patient and not fight him on every behavioral misdeed (which I normally do, just ask Full Speed). At what point does the sick card lose its validity? Now I have a feeling that since I have given him an inch behaviorally, he has taken a mile, a town, a city and possibly the whole state of Florida.

The only thing I know for certain is that when this kid is 100% healthy, he best prepare himself for some serious attitude readjustment courtesy of his mother.

Get well soon.