This is by far the hardest bit of parenting I've done thus far. Harder than letting him cry it out at 8 months. Harder than taking the bottle away. Harder than dropping him off at his mother's day out program while he wailed for yet another kiss. He cried & cried like his little heart was breaking & I feel like the worst mother alive.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
The binkies are finally gone. Yes, my 3 this July, walking, talking boy still slept with his beloved binkies. Today he happily traded them in at the toy store for this cool piano. Needless to say, the piano is of little comfort at bedtime. He told me to take it back & get his binkies.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
So, I took Jack to the bookstore tonight. St. Louis has decided, after teasing us with a taste of spring, that it is, indeed, still winter. So, we escaped the house for a while & went to read some books. Jack loves the bookstore. Okay, in reality Jack loves going to just about ANY store, but he really loves the bookstore.
We sat in the kid's section to read. There was another boy surrounded by Thomas the Tank Engine books & other "boy" books. Jack decided to sit down and read this. Now, I'm not a huge Thomas fan- I find him rather surly & mean, but surely he's better than Barbie! Right?
The other parents grinned at me as I read to Jack about all things Barbie. When were were done reading he pointed to the pretty, sparkly Barbie & yelled, "Mama!"
I said, "Where do you see Mama?"
And he once again pointed to Barbie & said, "There! That's my Mama. So pretty."
How can I argue with that?