I have been feeling like a negligent mother this week. It’s ‘spirit week’ at school – meaning that each day had a theme for the kids to dress in:
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Monday was Giants Day
Tuesday was Wear Your Favorite Color Day
Wednesday was “Wacky Wednesday” (wear mis-matched everything)
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You might notice something peculiar, namely that there were no pictures of my appropriately dressed child on any of these days! I was questioning my usually over-doccumenting self until I tried to take a few phone pictures for today, which was “Hat Day”.
The days of sitting Brendan in a chair and snapping 100 pictures are gone. I’m going to have to get more clever about how I capture things like outfits.
Please do not fail to notice the ridiculously cute Harper ensemble:
On the topic of squirming, yesterday I was also lamenting to Rob about the decrease in cuddling. He is so busy now, that he has little time to just sit in Mom’s lap. We do have some good quiet times during bottles (or ‘bubbles’ as Brendan would say), but when the bottle is over, he has to move. I wished that I could just have a little more concentrated snuggling. Today my wish came true, but it was a mixed blessing.
I went to visit this afternoon, and anxiously asked about how transition time went. Miss Gracie made a sad face and said, ‘Not so good’. She said that she walked over with him, and when she started to leave, he put a death grip on her arm and got sad. She stayed until he loosened up on his own, but apparently he just didn’t have a good transition day. Brendan was in good spirits when I got to the Butterfly room, but then a little girl (not Harper!) accidentally threw a toy that hit Brendan’s foot. I’m sure it hurt a little bit, but he cried like his foot had been severed. I gathered him up, got his binky and his blanket and sat in the rocking chair with him. He cuddled in, and stayed there. Aunt Lisa had come with me, and I told her that as long as he stayed like that, I wasn’t going to budge an inch. We stayed like that for at least a half hour. He didn’t fall asleep, he just wanted to cuddle in and be close. I savored every single second, but also kept wondering why I was getting that special treat. Maybe he was tired, maybe he was getting the cold that seems to be going around, maybe he was teething, maybe he’s having a hard time with the transition… While I loved that time in the rocking chair, I was sad knowing that he wasn’t himself. Finally, it was evening snack time, and I REALLY started to worry when he showed no signs of getting up when the food came out. He finally realized that he did want to eat, and we got him parked in his little chair at the table.
As I left daycare, there was a note in his mailbox. It was a report from the transition teachers about today’s activities. In the section where they mention specifics about each child, it said, ‘Brendan just sat by himself and observed how the others play.’
Mom’s heart = broken.
When I went to pick him up a couple hours later, Ms. Jennifer echoed my earlier suspicions that she thinks he is teething. Apparently he spent the later afternoon trying to shove his whole hand in his mouth. Strangely, that made me feel a little better. We went home and did all the things I could think of to help a teether feel better, including another A+ snuggle session before bed time. My wish for tomorrow is that he feels better, but if he doesn’t, we’ll cuddle our way through the day.
To end on a happy note, Brendan wasn’t in misery all day, Harper’s Mom happened to visit during ‘water play’ and captured this gem:
spoiler alert: the one hitting him over the head is Alice, the little girl he looked after in the play yard when she was sad.