I’m beginning to feel human again. Monday I had an hour to myself to do laundry and watch an episode of Scandal. It’s amazing what an hour of Scandal can do for you. OK, so maybe it’s not Scandal, per se, maybe it’s just the mind-numbing joy of vegging out and not having to worry about chasing a toddler out of the fridge where he’s taken to sitting on the ledge and attempting to eat sticks of butter while you try to manage a 2 minute shower. So, today I’m celebrating that yesterday I got to watch some TV. It seems small and petty perhaps. But this momma needed it. I’m also celebrating lots of other little things.
Like the fact that Little Man is now able to focus about 50% of his meal times on his food. (This is up from about 15%. This kid can turn eating a hot dog and banana into an hour and a half long affair. I am not exagurating!) I don’t have a high chair or booster seat with straps yet, so there’s nothing holding him into the chair, so he is quite free to hop down, find toys, wander about the apartment, bring books to the table, bring toys to the table, etc. So meal time includes a lot of redirection. But the whole concept of meal time is a pretty new one to my Little Man. Consider that prior to being put in care, a plate of food was sat on the floor for him and left out all day and that was how he ate. The whole idea of being at a table and eating at specific meal times is completely novel. So, a 50% focus rate is a victory in my book.
I’m also celebrating that even though he’d only been in my care 4 1/2 days, when I took him to his school where he has speech therapy, his therapist said she can already see a huge improvement in his verbalization since he’s been with me. And that all of his speech delays are based in emotional issues, not a physical problem. That means, that despite having his world rocked again, Little Man is feeling safe and loved with me–at least enough to open up and begin speaking more than he has in over a year. Forget little celebrations, that one feels pretty stinkin’ amazing to me!
I’m celebrating the little personal victories–like figuring out how to carry three bags of trash, a laptop bag, a diaper bag, a school bag, and a purse in one hand, while holding a toddlers hand as we walk across the parking lot. And successfully carrying three loads of laundry upstairs while keeping Little Man by my side. And the super-human feat of retraining my body to wake up a good two hours earlier than I am used to, without wanting to kill anyone, in a matter of five days.
I’m celebrating our first play date, where Little Man had lots of fun and made new friends. He even found this adorable little girl who was about 7 years old, grabbed her hand, and led her all over the play area for a good 30 minutes. And I learned why it is mommy’s love play dates so much. (It has nothing to do with the kids!)
And I’m celebrating amazing friends who have given so much love and support to both Little Man and me. People who have called, texted, invited me to play dates, and thrown showers. People who have bought toys that are making him smile and laugh, books that he loves to read, things to keep him safe and organized and clean and dry! I couldn’t do this without you guys!
So thanks for celebrating with me. I figured I should let you in on a taste of the all the good, so here’s a pic of our first playdate! He’s sitting with “Elmo.” (Apparently every Sesame Street character is Elmo.)
And here he is trying to decide which book to read next. He ultimately chooses my small group study book–he absolutely loves that thing! He doesn’t mind at all that it’s 300 pages long and has no pictures.