It wasn't anything magical. Just a little glimpse that normal is still within our reach! He slept in until 8, played well, took a solid nap between 10:15 and 1:15, was an angel at the BBQ Festival, played well again until dinner (some of that was spent in his crib, but still...), ate a good portion of his dinner, and went down for bed around 8pm with minimal fuss. It is now 11pm and he has only woken up once, briefly, in need of his beloved paci.
As I sit and write and think through, I'm beginning to realize that the last two days have been good...not so much because Grayson has suddenly matured, but because I have been more available to him. Don't get me wrong, he adores Madi, or Bay--Bee, as he calls her, but his world was rocked when she showed up! Then, Brooklyn started school. THEN GRAYSON started school! Not to mention the fact that he lives in a world full of "no" that is just begging to be climbed!! Jealousy has reared its ugly head and schedules are changing and the poor guy just doesn't know what to expect from day to day. What's a toddler to do?? Easy. Throw things. Stop sleeping. Hit people. Climb it anyway. Show those crazy adults that you are your own man and you will get your way or you will make everyone in the room miserable.
Well, Grayson, I hate to burst your diabolical little bubble, but I am on to you! I spent the last five days making a concentrated effort to wake up early, spend time with the Lord, and take care of myself. So when its time to get up, I can be there for you. Transitions are tough, Bud. You're handling it like a champ. You keep growing up into that sweet, tenacious, but still obedient boy that you are, and I will keep recognizing our good days.
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