Amidst all of my chaos. Ryan took a huge step.
Yep, that is him sleeping in his big boy bed for the first time. (and Evan waking him up in the morning) I went out to dinner with a girlfriend, and when I came home, Scott said..."Guess who's sleeping in his big boy bed?" Since he was on the couch, I assumed it was one of the boys. I guessed Evan, I was wrong. To hear Evan tell the story is priceless. This is how it goes according to Evan.
"Daddy and I were cuddling on Ryan's big boy bed, when suddenly, Ryan threw all of his buddies out of the bed and made a JAIL BREAK"
Also it should be noted that some time in the last few weeks Evan has taken on a sort of southern drawl. He stretches out his words like Jail break comes out sounding kind of like "Jayy- UL Breaaa-K" Really, hard not to smile when he is talking to you.
What a difference six months makes. Around six months ago I took the boys to get their hair cut. It was a disaster Evan cried, screamed, melted down. LOST IT! This time...
Not a tear, not a hesitation, jumped right up into the chair and was happy as a little clam. Ryan, he too was very happy, he "got to watch a movie". He sat on my lap the entire time Evan was getting his locks chopped, and was transfixed by the Thomas the Train movie. This is why I don't let them watch TV. He is so my child. He sat for 30 minutes with his eyes glued to the TV. I'm not sure he even blinked! Wait, this is WHY I should let them watch TV, right?
Oh, and I had my ultimate bad parenting moment. It makes me shudder just remembering it now like 10-12 days ago. We had these stupid halogen lights. One in the living room that used to be "protected" by a doll in a glass case. Well, someone ran their tricycle into the doll, broke the case, and the lamp has been accessible for 3 maybe 4 weeks now.
I heard a big crash, which is nothing unusual around here, I didn't hear any screaming, so I wasn't quick to come running. Then I heard shrieking, crying, hysteria. Ryan had touched the glass halogen bulb protector that had come off the lamp when it went crashing down to the floor. His fingertips were burnt. That glass thing was HOT. I quickly got his hands under cold running water while I went to pick it up off the floor. (so we wouldn't have another set of burnt fingers) and I still couldn't pick it with my bare hands. I frantically called the doctors office, while Ryan sat with his hand in a cup of cold water. He sat that way for about an hour and a half. Every time he took his fingers out of the water he started to whimper and then cry. By the morning, there was no blistering, and all seemed to be forgotten, except for the occasional recounting of the incident by Evan.
Evan had a tragedy of his own last week. We lost his beloved "LadyBug". I'm sure it fell out of the car and was picked up to be loved by some one else, but we had a couple of really rough days. He would look at me and say, lower lip protruding, "Where is my LadyBug?" I'd then tell him that "Ladybug" is missing, gone" and tears would form in his eyes, his lower lip would tremble, and my heart would break. Now almost a week later, he still mentions LadyBug, but he now tells me that "LadyBug has gone to look for food."
The Boys love of books continues. If you enter this house, be prepared to read to them, or to have them read to you. Today. Ryan "read" 4 or 5 pages to me out of one of his books. He got every word right, now, I know this is just pure memorization, but it was really amazing. He looked from page to page, turned pages appropriately, and when he stopped, I asked if he could read me some more, he replied, "I don't know any more."
Reading always includes cuddling, which is my favorite part.Finally, Ryan had me laughing so hard I was crying today.
Evan has been throwing up a lot lately. Today he was near puking, and Ryan looked at him and said. "Evan if you throw up, I'm going to lose my mind."
I REALLY have to watch what I say, because it's being "recorded" and played back at me all too frequently these days!
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