Well, my mother left this afternoon around 2PM. DS didn't get enough sleep last night, so he was just one whine after the other all day long. I had decided earlier that his dinner would be early today in order to work on an early bedtime, but I was really worried about my first real time alone with the two kiddos (based on how horribly negative he's been so far).
As soon as my mom left, I popped the little one in a pouch and started making a batch of granola with DS. He was lovely! Once she woke up, we read books while she nursed, then made biscuits for tomorrow's breakfast. We ate dinner, he took a bath, then I actually got him to bed before 6:30 by myself, as DH was at work a little late.
The afternoon just went really well! The coolest part was that he (for the first time) was kissing Elsa, playing with her feet, helping me with her diapers, including her name in his songs and stories, and telling me "she loves me!" and other such things. He only tried to hurt her once or twice.
I think that perhaps having my mom here (while a great help to me) made him uncomfortable, thinking that she was now the one to take care of him and not me (even though he looooooooves spending time with her). He finally seemed his old self, and not the angry little person I've seen the past two weeks.
Perhaps my world hasn't ended, and we really are going to be okay?
Here's hoping...
As soon as my mom left, I popped the little one in a pouch and started making a batch of granola with DS. He was lovely! Once she woke up, we read books while she nursed, then made biscuits for tomorrow's breakfast. We ate dinner, he took a bath, then I actually got him to bed before 6:30 by myself, as DH was at work a little late.
The afternoon just went really well! The coolest part was that he (for the first time) was kissing Elsa, playing with her feet, helping me with her diapers, including her name in his songs and stories, and telling me "she loves me!" and other such things. He only tried to hurt her once or twice.
I think that perhaps having my mom here (while a great help to me) made him uncomfortable, thinking that she was now the one to take care of him and not me (even though he looooooooves spending time with her). He finally seemed his old self, and not the angry little person I've seen the past two weeks.Perhaps my world hasn't ended, and we really are going to be okay?
Here's hoping...
Great that he's feeling better!
it has been 2 months after all.
