Having now weathered the worst of Daylight Savings in our house, M and I are taking a brain downtime break. It involves not talking and eating pie. Currently, this is working well for both of us.
In the days since the time change, every day seems to get a little better. Although bedtime is now combined with copious screaming. That’s when I curse the lighter evening sky and seriously consider blackout shades.
Boo venetian blinds!
Anyways, V lately is a little monster. He teeters between sweet and mischievous.
Teacher: “Vince learned to say ‘I love you’ today!! Vince….. ‘Love you!!”
Vince: “Wuv ooo”
Me: “Aw!!! Vince!! I love you!!
Can you say broken heart? I tried so hard to not let that show, but it actually hurt. Isn’t it funny how those little things sting?
And then last night, after wailing away upstairs for a while, I gave in and climbed to the second floor and cracked the door. There he was, jumping in his crib, crying and sounding so forlorn.
Ok, I am a sucker. And V has some mad manipulative skills.
In I went and scooped that Little Man up, thinking that a snugs in the big bed would calm him down.
I carried him into our room and up we climbed and pulled the duvet over us. There we lay, face to face, and Vince had the hugest toothy grin. He was so pleased that he won, you could just tell.
Face to face, we grinned at each other.
Then I laughed.
Then he laughed.
And the more I laughed, the more he laughed. There we were, just grinning and gazing at each other, laughing away. It was just the most gorgeous 10 minutes of my life.