This weekend was lovely. It was also hard — frustrating, exhausting, challenging, and at times, defeating.
Sawyer has four teeth coming in.
I’ll let you wrap you head around that for a moment.
Again, Sawyer has four teeth coming in. In addition, and like most things, he’s a bit early — for the terrible twos.
This weekend I was snuggled, hugged, kissed, “i-love-you”ed, hit, scratched, head butted, yelled at, screamed at, “sorry”ed and kicked. Rinse. Repeat.
On social media platforms — facebook, twiiter, blogs, it’s easy to only publish the “good stuff.” The smiles, the hugs, the oh-so-perfect-family moments. I guess people don’t like taking photos of their screaming children? That’s all well and good, but then you are WITH one of those screaming children. And instead of feeling supported and “just one of the other moms,” you feel isolated, not good enough — a failure.
It would be easy for me to share just the good photos from the weekend — my edited life, if you will. But where’s the fun in that?
Instead — I’ll leave you with a few snippets:
We took a family trip to the Cleveland Children’s Museum this weekend. (Side note: they have an entire room and atrium FILLED with sand for a special dinosaur exhibit. We had a lot of fun making sandcastles) Sawyer was excited to play at the water station with all the boats and toy fish. But after 1 or two minutes of smiles he proclaimed that he wanted to get in and swim with them. Not wanting him to pick up a staph infection (and oh yea, the little detail of it not being allowed), we explained that it was only for touching. Insert crocodile tears, thrashing and meltdown. But he said “please!” Sawyer, I said “please” when I asked you to sleep in past 5:00 a.m. — karma’s a B.
To distract him from the water fiasco, I told Sawyer we’d go see the ambulance. I vaguely remembered there being a little ambulance kids could sit in and drive. This got him super excited — until we soon realized the ambulance was actually a mini-bus. Mommy fail. For the remainder of the visit, I had to hear “let’s go find the ambulance” and other variations mixed with ”I-can’t-believe-you” glares from the Mister (which, who could blame him, I’d totally do the same thing if I could look at myself).
We found an ambulance! In the gift shop. We’re teaching Sawyer that you don’t always get what you want — especially when you weren’t that good of a listener or helper. Lesson not learned.
Later in the day: We paid a visit to Toy R Us. Apparently they didn’t impress him with their firetruck WITH siren offerings. Cue total meltdown and flailing about.
We then stopped at Grandma and Papas –cue the angel boy. I told them our trials from the day and they looked at me like I had four heads — surely their dear grandson wasn’t capable of that behavior — must be the mom (Side note: my parents are extremely supportive and made me feel much better about the whole thing — love you mommy and daddy )
This morning I was awoken at 4:50 with the request to go race cars. And I’ll leave you with that.
Obligatory cute photo:
This morning, I said, “Mommy’s going bye-bye, can I have a hug?”
Cue running, leaping into my arms and saying “I love you, Mommy.”
And all is good in the world.