It's been one week since this went down. After a rough night of post-hair-trim-nightmares, the Husband and I pulled the trigger on a strict-er bedtime routine. Being on vacation during a good chunk of the holidays, our routines slipped up a bit. You know the deal, 1/2 hour later here, sleeping in a day or two there...things get all off kilter. (Kilter? That's a word right?) Things really took a turn when our attempts to get back on our normal work/day care routine met the match of a two year old in a brand new classroom with newer faces and new activities. It's amazing how a simple wimper can break my heart...try adding sobs and plea's for "Mama!"
//HOLD THE PHONE//
Did you SEE that?! The word that has taunted me day after day, week after week. My nemesis. The lone word that chopped a liver to pieces. And then was mashed by this.
::insert happy dance here::
YOU READ THAT RIGHT! Houston, we have a MAMA on the team! Right around Little Man's birthday and with the continual coaxing, we had a break through.
The Husband: J, Whose that? (pointing to me)
The Husband: No buddy, let's try her other name. Whose that? (still pointing to me but throwing in a smile for good measure)
J: Day...//pause pause//....Mmmmmmama!
::happy dance round two::
So now here we are. One Mama-Lovin two year old and One happy MAMA...