This evening while I was making dinner and Milo was in his high chair eating pre-dinner you came out of your room, closed your door, and said, “Dad, you can’t go into my room. There’s glass.”
Now, it didn’t really occur to me what was going on since Milo and dinner needed attention but Rose went in and said I had to go see. The glass light fixture in your room was gone from the ceiling and lay in pieces on the floor. There was still a little bit that was below the actual bulbs, still screwed in.
For some reason, I always have to play the straight man when things happen with you boys. Rose is stifling a laugh and I have to crouch down to “have a talk” with you about how you could have been hurt badly and how playing with your little basketball like you had been was dangerous, etc.
You also had had a pretty fun weekend and spent yesterday with Megan and Josh and no nap so all things considered you did fairly well but you did have a big meltdown when your mom had to go fax something at the corner office store. You wouldn’t come into the store so Rose had to leave you outside and some woman looked after you while you stayed out there. Milo was upset, he gets that way when you are having difficulties, but when Rose was done and came out you got into your carseat without any trouble.
I feel like you’re maturing, of course you are, but right now you are being argumentative when low on sleep although you rarely take naps (but super kudos to Megan for getting you, Milo, and Josh down for naps yesterday!). You seem to be working through your mad or sad times better but it’s still hard to get you to use your words and talk to me about what happened but we’re working on it. I want you to know that your emotions are normal but at the same time that there are more appropriate things to do than throw/hit/shove/etc.
In lighter news, you are playing soccer once a week and you are doing very well. The coach has to tell you to do smaller kicks, to dribble, because you blast the ball almost every chance you get. When we play baseball in the backyard we don’t play with your tee much anymore, I pitch to you and when you connect you can hit it a good 15-20 feet sometimes; I’m very impressed by your sporty-ness. Your mom and I are not quite sure where you got it from but it’s fun.
Tonight you chose to sleep in Milo’s room with him as you have the last couple nights. However, he was having trouble going to sleep and you got up and said, “I’m going to sleep in my own room, Milo is too wild.”
I love you monkey.
