Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Sweet Freedom... for John Paul
John Paul has learned (after 2 1/2 years) to climb out of bed. He appeared in the living room with a beautiful smile and stance of accomplishment as he said, "Heeeey Mama!" I was speechless, and the amount of time it took to respond in combination with the look on my face made John Paul's precious face of joy turn to confusion and sadness (as evidenced by "the lip."
That was a few days ago and we've had a roller coaster of a spanking (or two), bribes, rewards, hugs, tears, sleep- thank you God- and anxiety.
Our next move? A twin bed. It's time. I feel like I might as well give him the keys. I feel like he's ready to move out. You can laugh at me. Everybody else has.
Hear that? That's sound of my heart breaking. Good thing he's not potty trained yet or I would be a mess. There's always Therese, my sweet BABY girl... and the 10 others I still expect to have.
Posted by Kate Dawson