Saturday, April 27, 2013

Send Wine....

Only smiling for this picture because I told him not to. Seriously.

I haven't posted very often here lately because, while important and fun things have been happening, writing about them suddenly feels...strange. When I first started this blog, life with Henry was changing every week. Each new day brought its own challenges, worries, and questions that I needed your advice and support about to ensure me that the crazy state of mind I was in was, indeed, normal. I can't remember when exactly it started, but it feels like Henry finally reached this age where stuff like that just died down. He was sleeping through the night, eating new foods, and not throwing up all over me. We were still going to the beach, snuggling each other at night, and exploring the city on the weekends but taking/uploading/editing/posting pictures of it all suddenly felt over-done and tedious. I didn't need the blogging outlet and the blogging outlet didn't need my mindless over load of the same blah, blah, blah.

Flash forward to now. THREE. What the hell has happened to my child? This lull we were in for so long has very quickly screeched to an end and I'm completely thrown off guard. Terrible twos? HA! Try "tiring threes". Henry is reaching new milestones in so many areas almost daily. His behavior is so off the charts cray that I can't even look at him during his "moments" without laughing because Omg, seriously? Are you for real acting like this right now? (See: Possessed by the devil). You guys, I'm even reading my first parenting book EVER in a desperate attempt to figure out what I'm doing wrong. 

Henry has recently, quickly changed in a ton of positive ways too. He's starting to make jokes that are seriously funny. He's recognizing letter sounds and determining which words start with which letters. He's got potty training down like a boss. He's in a big-boy bed being bribed to stay in there all night with wrapped presents from the dollar store....

Oh, and there are shimmery glimpses in the dark like yesterday when he's telling a boy who just smacked a girl in the face, "That was NOT nice! You need to go to time-out! We do NOT hit!" that make me feel like I must be doing something right. 

With all of this change that's knocked me over out of the blue, I have a feeling I'll be writing here more often. Three is rewarding, but also defeating and I'm going to need all the help I can get...

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